Our Girls

Of our two cats, one is a recluse, the other a lap cat. Princess Fiona (yes, a reference to Shrek, a necessity from having sons), or FiFi as we call her, is our lap cat. Last night, after Mike and I went to bed, up came FiFi. She usually settles down at the foot of the bed, or sometimes shares Mike's pillow. Soon after we all settled down, Mike started growling at FiFi. She had apparently decided that she wanted to sleep on top of Mike's leg, and was kneeding it, trying to flatten out a spot to lay on. He was actually very patient and just tried to gently move her over to a spot on the mattress next to his leg. Unfortunately, she found my leg next. I was not so tolerant. I kicked my feet until she moved back over to Mike's side of the bed. Back to his leg. We finally convinced her the mattress was a much better bed for people and kitties, and she found her spot. Santara just took up her normal bed of laying in our bath tub. Much less drama. You have to wonder what she was thinking of the spectical Fiona was making of herself.