Peanut has, since Wednesday, been confident enough to move out of the safe confines of the guest bedroom and explore the house (knocking stuff of Mom's counter, popping open the kat fud bin, and other such delights of feline activity). TiGrr, on the other hand, is a middle-aged conservative. He sees the big furry thing,
he knows the big furry thing has teeth, and he's pretty sure that, since he, himself, has no front claws, he couldn't take the big furry thing in a fair fight.
So he stays in position and trusts nobody.
I think he's still p*ssed at me for bringing him here.
Bring yourself over to Modulator, right away, for Friday Ark # 126, and Sunday night, be sure to hie thyself over to the Carnival of the Cats, this week to be hosted at Pet's Garden Blog.