Tessie was flagging like crazy yesterday morning and yelling her head off, telling the world that she was in season and looking for a good time. She was cranky to the max and even drove poor Poppy away from her breakfast. The situation wasn't any better by bedtime; in fact, it was worse. I got the girls into the barn, but Tessie, with her unicorn horn, was headbutting and ramming the others left and right. When she hit one hard enough to make her scream, that was it. I got Tessie out of the big room and segregated her for the night in the gated play area. I can only hope that the madness and frustration will have passed this morning.
Pearl has finally made the time change and lets me sleep in until five (new time). For a petite cat, she has a voice like Ethel Merman and tells me loudly in no uncertain terms when she wants out, in, or wake up! It cracks me up, however, when we are alone together in the kitchen. She will stand in front of the treat drawer and whisper, "Hey, how's about a little something while the dog is in the other room? It'll be our secret and I'll never tell Bessie Anne." I will admit that I weaken and quietly open the drawer and the bag of goodies for Pearl. Lest I be accused, a la Smothers Brothers, of "Mother always liked you best," I make it up to Bess with a milk bone sometime during the day. Pearl doesn't like milk bones.
Ah, those girls.
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Yep, a unicorn could do some serious damage! Yikes!! And what a hoot Pearl has turned out to be!
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