Pasha toes the "Maginot Line"

tabby tails and tattle tales

Playing with "cat" toys is so boring. I prefer to play with your mind.





















I'm curious and I don't want you to see what I'm looking at. Focus on the tail.















I like to tuck my lithe tail near my feet when I cuddle.















Dude, I am not going to open my big green eyes when you keep sticking that flash in my face.

Oh... she's back

 
 

InterCat Peace Treaty Negotiations: Back On

Marco: I come in peace. And I think you've been a little harsh on me. What
with my intestinal parasite experience and all. I just wanna snuggle with
you.

Pasha: I guess I'm getting used to you. We both get weird crusty stuff in our right eye creases. Neat! But don't get too comfortable. You're on probation newbie...

Editor's note: And so it goes... a precarious detente in the making. Stay
tuned.. but not too tuned. The Editor and Cat Language Interpeter is going on
another peace mission for a week.

We now pause for some dancing music

Marco's choice


Pasha's choice

InterCat Treaty Day Three

Marco: I love coming upstairs in my new house. It never fails to piss off the puff ball. Oh look, here she comes.

Pasha: Grfinkjlegsl!!!
Editor's note: this loosely translates to 'Why you conniving beast, how dare you enter my lair!'

Marco: I am just standing here minding my own beeswax (eating her food, lol) and she's freaking out. This is amazing.

Pasha: Grrrrkjlgkjsgjlkj!!!
Editor's note: while it appears she is hovering low to the ground under the office desk, her words roughly translate to "Out! Out! Out!"

Day One of the InterCat Peace Treaty

Pasha: frankly I'm inclined to sleep through it.








Marco: zzzzzzzzz

We interrupt this kitty drama

Hey, the new kid is sick.
I can respect that.
I'll give him the day off.

Still adjusting

I'm feeling wheezy today so I'm going to the vet

Post vet note from Marco's mama: he went to the vet and came back; got violently ill and had to go yet again to the vet where they found he had a parasitic issue. He's now resting comfortably and is on anti-nausea meds. Starting tomorrow we have to give him medicine by mouth. That should be interesting.

Run little puffball, run...

Because I want to plaaaaay with you!

Turn and face the strange ch-ch-changes

At first, I thought this "brother" business would be a mere blip on my radar

Wait! I think I hear a noise!

False alarm, but I'm telling you. The kid gives good chase.

But nobody messes with The Pasha

I'd post right now but I'm sleeping (take note new humans: NOT a morning cat)

Still annoyed

Marco, I'm sure you're a fine fellow. Let's face the facts, here. I have ruled this roost for four years and I have just barely gotten the humans trained. Bent to my will, so to speak. So your arrival to the party puts a kink in my plans for complete and total household domination. See what I mean? So the choice is yours... you're with me or you're on my growly, hairball choking noise, hissing list.

Pasha

All by myseeeelf... with an orange princess

Howdy, Marco here. My Pa left yesterday to return to Hell-Ay. I miss him already. He's the best dad a cat could ever have. But my new parents are sorta cool. More uptight than I'm used to, but they'll do. They feed me and snuggle with me. They rock it Marco style.

But this other cat. Pasha. Man, who stuck the fork up her behind? She's really pissed to have an East LA alley cat in her castle. I think she's secretly in love with me and that's why she's so weirded out. I mean, I could take her--I'm like twice her size... and we're equally cute... but I have the people personality. She needs to work on those social skillz.

That's the word from here. Peace out and pray for happy purring and twisted tails of glee.
M.

Hello, wii would like to play

 
 

We are Marco and Pasha. Brother, sister. Frenemies forever.