This morning I found out Cleo really does have an admirer. Tippy. Cleo gave me the Saturday hand washing, and she didn't try to wake me up at 05:40AM as she always does during the week. How do they know? I look, and there is Tippy lying beside Cleo, TOUCHING bodies! Cleo is washing my hand, and Tippy starts to wash Cleo! Puts a paw on her back and washes behind her ears. She does nothing. Is something going on I don't know about?

When Tippy started to nibble on Cleo's neck a bit (boys will be boys), I said quietly "Tippy... I wouldn't do that, if I were you..." He stopped.

She would have ripped him to pieces.

When Cleo is done washing me, Tippy got a hiss. Image, you know.

As far as Tippy goes, if you are going to suck up, suck up to the boss.

Copyright © Bill Mason
June 25, 2002