With all the concern over Raleigh and Parker and Tucker recently, I haven’t been able to write much about my other three. (One, two, three…plus three… Yes, that’s right. I have six now…) Today, it’s Cammie’s turn.
The princess is having a hard time reconciling herself to yet another cat in the increasingly cosy apartment. She does not like Raleigh. She will hiss and growl very fiercely at him, even if he is merely sitting across the room. And Heaven forbid if she has to walk within a few yards of him to get from one place to another. Anyone not familiar with my little Siamese roommate would think that blood is about to be spilled in copious quantities.
Then again, when Raleigh jumps onto the bed and Cammie is already comfy on the pillows, she doesn’t make much of a fuss. Perhaps she figures a show of extreme displeasure isn’t worth the disruption. In any case, her dislike of Peachy can be a bit selective.
I do regret the effects of the crowd on my princess. She deserves a little palace to herself. But she is coping well enough. Even when she is exuberant in her denunciations of Raleigh - and any other cat raising her ire at the time - she doesn’t seem to blame me for the situation, and we remain friends. She often lies on my neck while I am in bed, and I am slowly growing accustomed to sleeping with this extra burden. Such a weight in such a position can ache after a while but I put up with it. She purrs the whole time. Besides, Cammie is simply showing me that if she can cope with five big pains in the neck, I can cope with a single little one.