Non-Sequipurrs

I just got back from a trip a few days ago, and my beloved fur family was more than happy to remind me about all the wackiness I was missing while I was gone.  First, I changed the sheets on the bed, and Mister decided to one-up his new favorite game (playing in the sheets while I’m changing them) and add another element—tunneling.  I put two pillows together with the sides touching each other on one side and the bed on the other, so that the pillows formed a little triangle in the middle.  Mister dove under the triangle, big green eyes wide and excited, to play this new variation on the game.  He was having a blast.  One of the problems with playing this game with Mister though is that he tends to get irritated quickly.  Even if he is clearly enjoying it—purring and whatnot—his tolerance for it is rarely more than a few seconds.  After that, he hisses and swats and looks around for the first four-legged creature he can put a hurting on.  (I try to play this game with him only when there are no other cats in the room, for this very reason.)

A few hours after that, Otto was cuddling on the couch with Sean and me, taking a little nap, when a peculiar thing happened:  his tail blew up like a big grey bristle-brush.  We’re used to seeing Otto’s tail do this, when he is stalking another cat (or when another cat demonstrates the poor judgment to try to mess with him), but never have I seen any cat do this while they were sleeping!  After Sean and I had a good long (quiet) laugh over this strange development, we spent a minute trying to figure out what could have caused the involuntary puffer-fish-tail.  Was he dreaming about a monster?  Biting Elroy on the leg after one too many shows of affection?  Putting Reggie in his place?  Eventually, his tail did go back down to normal size, but it was funny while it lasted.