Okay - so we have three cats - Vegas, Laura Ingalls and Margeaux. Their names describe them really.

Vegas - she's confident, loves to play and demands attention. She wears a tuxedo and gets under covers. No problems with eye contact, she's an emotional cat. She has an agenda and an opinion. She is a reliable fly killer. She likes to lurk. One of her favorite spots is on the shelf in my clothes closet. Open the closet, turn on the light and look up - there she is, lurking, with her front paws dangling down over the edge, looking down on me. No, really, she looks down on everyone - she's a superior cat.

Laura Ingalls is full of love. She is the shoulder-holder and likes to be held. Mostly, she sleeps on the bed all day - want to find Laura? She's dependable. She has trouble with change and has adjusted slowly to Margeaux and Daisy. She growls at them still. She hisses. But we've also seen her clean Margeaux and she regularly lets her sleep near her now. She isn't as smart as Vegas but her emotions are simpler because of it. Her fur is very fine and can be found throughout the house, in our vehicles, and probably lining my lungs.

Margeaux is still bright with kittenhood (see my post on "Little Guido the Thug"). She prowls and pounces and taunts the puppy. We saved her country-ass life - and she will never appreciate it - instead, she tries to steal from our plates, drives Laura Ingalls to distraction and makes the dog cry. She's a player-chasing all moving objects. Yesterday, she jumped right into the toilet. She can be so sweet though and cuddles with us most every night.
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