My Dog

Okay, it's my cat Cooper but he acts like he's a dog. He listens to what I say and obeys. What cat does that? In an earlier post we met Emma, his sister. She KNOWS she's a cat. She lives in Emmaworld. I am but a visitor. Coopaloop lives in my world and dare I say, is madly in love with me. Miss Peel, shows affection but I know I'm only the hand that feeds her. I am fascinated by how completely different they are. The were from a litter of four. Only 3 weeks old when I got them. The mother had been killed by a car. I chose Emma first. Her markings were different. The others looked liked identical triplets. Cooper was the only boy. They'd not been socialized at all and spent the first 2 days beneath the bed, hissing and mewing. Cooper was the first to emerge and explore. That sense of curiosity remains. Emma Peel still acts the scaredy cat. She'll take to her "safe" place perched high in the closet when she feels threatened. To this day the comforter, the one I've had for 7 years now, causes her consternation. She's certain it's alive. Amuses the hell out of me. Both notice if a shoe is out of place in the closet. They'll look in, crouch, Emma behind her brother, "You go first....I'll follow." Cooper then extends a paw tapping at the offending item to be certain it isn't alive. He then turns around and leaves. Emma remains crouched, ears alert, watching the offending shoe. Slowly she backs away and runs. If I'm bored I'll move shoes around, sit back and wait. Part of me truly thinks they know I'm amused and humor me.