Twin Bro just emailed me this awesomeness:
Liz was all tired and grumpy this morning because (as she whined to Dad) “my room is cold, and my blankets are warm!” We finally got ready and I was loading up my backpack. Peach walked out of my room, then I walked out with my backpack open, and of course this was the obvious conclusion:
Liz: :laughing hysterically: DID YOU TRY TO PUT PEACH IN YOUR BACKPACK?! :more laughing:
me: Um… no. :halfheartedly chased Peach around with my backpack, for the lulz:
Liz: :has kittens:
Liz, after calming down: Maybe if you had a fatter backpack.
Liz: Well, if you had a more fatter backpack, you could put Bakemono in it!
me: …sure. :LOL!:
Liz spends part of her time at my house and part of her time at Dad’s house. There are pets at each house. All are fixed and all are rescues.
Missy – female terrier mutt of some sort
Nushi – female cat
Billie – female cat
Bakemono – male cat
Senor Peaches – male cat, obvs
Whispurr – female cat
Bakemono and Peach do not like each other. To communicate their dislike for each other and attempt to occupy each other’s territory, they spray. Liz says, “Whispurr doesn’t pee on the floor or the walls, because she’s a girl, and she thinks that’s disgusting. And whispurr is a smart kitty but Bakemono sometimes thinks derp, and Peacho always thinks derp derp derp!”
The other day, Twin Bro came over for coffee. He stayed for about an hour, Liz watched Sesame Street, we talked about “boring grownup things,” Twin Bro mentioned something stupid that Bakemono and Peach had done, and we had a nice and mellow time. Then he left. Liz said, “Oh, good. Now we’re all girls, so everything can be quiet and peace.”
(I really wonder what version of reality she’s seeing…the terrierist destroys things on a regular basis, every creature in the house raises her voice at least once a day, there’s plenty of running and horseplay…our home is more mosh pit than tea party most of the time)