My favorite picture of Enid

Since we last made an official post we have acquired a roommate. The Roommate quickly came to the conclusion that Hester has claimed me and only me. Warning to all visitors never approach me when Hester is around me....PERIOD.

Any-hoooo that got me thinking that Enid doesn't get nearly enough face, play and love time. I try very hard to give her just as much attention as possible but Hester is right there in her place. SOOOOO I wish to share my favorite picture of Enid when she was a kitten.

Enid: I am an exceptional huntress. I can even talk with a glitterball in my mouth.  There isn't a glitterball in this house that I haven't conquered!

Note about the glitterball that she is carrying. We still have it but it is the "nattiest" looking glitterball with no glitter left. I tried to trash it and Enid being the huntress fished it out of the garbage.

A resolution!

I hope to post pictures at least once a month of the girls and update the blog. Now we all know it starts with the best of intentions...if I fall behind feel free to poke me!!! Or at least make Enid give me one of these looks.

And let me add - I hate PC's. This picture was rotated correctly and when I load it into stuff it rotates wrongly. Give me my Mac anyday! However with that said, I know many people love their PC. Great but it ain't for me!!!

Sigh. Hester!!!!!!

This morning while getting ready for work Hester decided to climb into the bathroom cabinet. This is a normal occurrence in the morning. Both Enid and Hester will fight over drawer space and who can steal the most Q-tips. However, when I installed this cabinet we had to cut a hole in the base since it had to go over the pipes (1940s house with quirks). It is hole of approximately 12 inches by 4 inches.  Need I explain what happened next?!

Hester wormed her way into the hole and under the cabinet while I was drying my hair. It totally looked like she couldn't get out so I promptly called my father for help. While waiting the (longest) 30 minutes for my father I dug out my "craft saw"to start cutting a new and bigger hole for Hester. She was purring and making biscuits the whole time with the occasional attempts to get out of the pickle she had gotten herself into.

Thankfully my father shows up, pops his head over the counter door and out pops Hester from the hole. It was like watching the birth of a kitten from my bathroom cabinet. First comment out of my father was "We (my mother and him) don't understand how you can be so rational and logical about things in life EXCEPT when it comes to these cats!!! She got in, she can get out don't you know!"

Project for this weekend is eliminating the hole problem. AND here my vet told Hester was overweight (both got a clean bill of heath). Bah! Now, Enid on the other hand.....

Enid: HEY!
Red: Love you Enid and all your little pudgy spots.
Enid: Okay (grudgingly) I am still leaving a wet glitter ball in your bed.

A Horror Story by Miss Enid Marie LaBath

The day started out oh, so lovely. The sun was shining, the bumble bees were playing in the plants and I had ring side seats to bees and birds flitting outside the windows. Red even let me eat a LITTLE piece of her pancake. Snuggles, chin scritches, and hearing compliments about how wonderful I am made the day perfect.

Then the skies blackened and became the worst day EVAR!

Red was snuggling with Hester on the bed and I decided it was time for my mid-morning nap. As usual, I indicate to Red that I want to snuggle under the blanket and she is so perfectly trained to assist me. Ah, was it wonderful UNTIL Red picked me up blanket and all and shoved me into a......I can't say it....c-c-c-cat c-c-c-c-arrier. Oooooooo!

I knew at this moment I was going to an awful place. Hester! Save me. Oh, dear. She got you too. Ooooohhh.

The next stop after making it quite clear to Red that I didn't appreciate this type of abuse was the place that smelled of dogs and other cats. I have been here before and I DO NO LIKE IT! As the perfect huntress that I am, someone will be leaving here bloodied and the blood will be on my claws and teeth. These people are not gonna take me without a fight.

I cannot describe the horror of what happened in the room Red took us to. We were perfectly fine in the room by ourselves and Red. She had the audacity to let someone in the room and touch us. I can't go on! First it was Hester. I have to say I am very proud of my sister and the quality hisses she got out and the yell.  However I knew I would be the next victim. I say victim  because Red held me down!!! I will not be held accountable for my actions period. (Red here - I have the wounds to prove it)

To make a long story short - THE DOCTOR touched me!!!!!! Not once, not twice but multiple times. That is not to be tolerated AT ALL.  Once the abuse and torture was completed, Red took us home. After such shockingly disloyal and violation I decided it would be best to ignore her for several hours. It would have worked if she didn't dash out the door for a couple of hours after dropping us off. I think I am going to leave her a little present in her bed in the middle of the night......a wet sopping glitter ball. Take that Red.

Wicker ball is the best substitute for a human head

Just when you thought it was a safe to pick up a shopping bag. I am the ultimate huntress. Don't mess with me!!!!

Red here again - I love this little violent beast. She is incredibly sweet and loving. We have an evening and morning ritual of snuggles. Believe it or not she isn't really that violent except at the vet and sometimes to my brother and father. She loves my friend's 5 year old daughter. Enid will sit right next to this little girl while she plays with the cat toys. 

Attention getting Hester

Keeping Hester occupied is very difficult. She is very active, curious, attention loving, loving, purring girl. If you ignore her she knows exactly what to do to get your attention. Chewing on electrical cords sparks an immediate reaction. Thankfully there have been no sparks.  She will also run screaming around the house if she doesn't get her way. I have never encountered a cat that has temper tantrums. I personally think she get A LOT of attention since immediately after the morning ablutions and general getting ready for work she DEMANDS to be held.

Hester: Damned, right I do! I deserve it. And you love it because I purr a lot. Red, you just don't smell like mine when you get out of that contraptions. I gotta make sure the rest of the world knows that you belong to ME!

I literally hold/cradle Hester during the morning. Very difficult to dry my hair with a cat perched/hanging off of my shoulders. I even play with her in the morning before I go to work and in the evening when I return home. Part of me thinks I have to get some kittens to keep her occupied but the thought of two more (kittens must come in pairs) in the house to run all over me is just too scary.

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 Hester watching a string.

Hester: HEY! Pay attention to that string and me, Red! (She hit me and camera with her paw)

Bottom line - I love this little girl and I wouldn't change her for all the money in the world.

A blast from the past

Years ago I had two boy cats - Romulus and Remus. They left me when they were 3 years old. Remy could not stop throwing up and he refused to eat and drink. Last week, Hester presented those same signs and I sat helplessly watching and waiting for the moment to call the vet. HOWEVER, I think I have been blessed with sturdy girls. Hester finally expectorated a wad of thread and was off running, romping eating and drinking like a nothing happened. Where she got the thread I haven't a clue. I lock up everything - yarn, thread, plastic, etc. Goofy girl. Below are pictures of the girls when I was reorganizing my files.

Nap time

So I decided to take a nap but I got hot in my sweater. Took it off and woke up facing 4 front paws. Huh?

No sweater is safe in this house!