Since Abby came to live with us this summer, I don't think Kitty has gotten so much exercise than he does now. We've gradually been working on getting those two to understand that we are all family here and that no one should chase anybody else. That's a hard thing to teach.
It took a real group effort to get this group together for a picture. Abby is better with her four-legged sibling in the house, but outside is another story. She wants to chase old Kitty (and she is much older). Old Kitty is not showing his bright side so he's partly to blame. I think he sometimes sets Abby up, teasing her. Abby goes outside to do her personal business and you'd think Kitty would learn to steer clear. But no! This cat who has been the loudest, most talkative cat I've ever owned will slowly meander out to wherever we are, strolling past bushes and plants as if rubbing someone's leg. And just for fun he throws out a loud meow once in a while. Duh! of course we all notice.
"GO AWAY, Kitty!" Right - we're talking to the cat; hello? Poor Abby can concentrate on our futile commands to "Leave it!" and "No, don't; focus!" for only so long. Then she's off like a shot with us trailing pathetically behind. By the time we arrive Kitty is under the cover on the grill and Abby is trailing as fast as she can. It'd be rather funny if it wasn't a serious matter that needs serious and stern action. We take a moment to put our hands over our mouths, laughing hysterically, before going back to the 'Bad girl" moment.
Such is the life. It's always a group effort.
