This weekend was a pleasant one, especially since it was a longer weekend than usual, because of Canada Day. The cats seemed a bit more tolerant of each other, as may be seen in the accompanying photographs. Unfortunately, this does not mean that their relationships are improving; it’s just what what happens from time to time. I will, of course, take it when I can get it.
Cammie didn’t mind Parker stepping from the lower cat-tree in the sitting room to the higher, on the top platform of which she was snoozing. Parker, I think, was motivated by the search for food which I sometimes provide to Cammie in that location. I periodically forget to take it away when she leaves, and the orange boy reaps the benefits. But that didn’t happen this time.
Later, there was a thunderstorm. Cammie hid under the bed for a while, then jumped up on top of the bed, which is often what happens when she surfaces after being frightened. Puck was already there, however; the princess decided that there was enough distance between them for her to stay. While I was in the bedroom, Tucker waddled in and, climbing the steps, saw the sturdy-boy sleeping. I was surprised that the roly poly allowed me to coax him up anyway.
And afterward, he and Parker lie on the floor, almost near each other. I like seeing such non-aggression among the beasts, especially between the sugar twins, as Tucker dislikes Parker. Once in a while, though, a situation is not as tense as it could be, and there is actual relaxation. I relax then, too, and the household is at peace. For the time being.