Today, Nikki was lying on the top shelf of the cat tree, as usual. Frank came out of sulking under the bed, stretched along the stem of the tree and scratched it as high as he could. Then he climbed up to the shelf under Nikki.

Since Frank has hardly spoken to me the last few days, because he thinks I am possessed with a Demon, I went up to maybe get just a little cuddle out of him. He let me scritch his chin, and really looked like he enjoyed it.

Suddenly Nikki realised that Frank is on *her* cat tree! This can not be. She sneaked a paw over the edge of her shelf and bapbapbapped him several times. Frank started and glared at me. Why had I bapped him? Was the Demon back? Nikki withdrew her paw for a while. Frank closed his eyes and leaned into the lovely scritching hand again.

Out came the little Nikki-paw over the edge of the shelf and bapbapbap! Frank started, gave me a final glare, and stalked off to sulk under the bed again.

As if he didn't hate me enough already, with the forceful medication, now he thinks I was taking random swipes at him for no good reason. Dratted Nikki.

Copyright © Marina Kurten
May 2, 2002