But I thought I should at least acknowledge that as of today we’ve had her for a year. Sometimes it seems like she’s been here forever…..others it seems like we’ve had her for a few days.
During my other updates, I said that in time Sophie and Tovah would get along. While that has happened to a degree, Tov seems to still hold much animosity towards her sister….but luckily none against us for bringing her home.
As I type this, she is confront Tovah who is just trying to rest on the couch. Paws are raised…as are kitty vocals. Sophie gets whapped a lot from Tovah, who just does it in preparation of being besieged upon. I till think Soph just wants to play, but Tov is having none of it.
Sophie is still kitten-like, though she is probably 16-17 months old. Boundless energy and always under foot – literally. And like me, she feels the need to comment on everything. She is a chatty little thing.
She still exhibits no fear, which scares me. While Tovah is good in her limited time outside, Sophie likes to tear around and not adhere to the rules. Getting her to come back inside is a full-time job.
She is her father’s cat too. …and I don’t mean me. She climbs on top of and sleeps on or next to Denton…at least downstairs. For some reason I’m the heat source upstairs. I’ll take whatever time I can get with her. Though truth be told, I’m a little envious. …or is it jealous? All the cats have been this way – they like their other dad bestest.
Oh – and recently Soph has figured out how to open cupboards. Cute – yet annoying.