Yogi's turning into quite the smooth operator. I'm trying to enforce a "no fights on the bed" rule, with limited success. Yogi will snuggle up to one of his older brothers on the bed and start grooming their head. Awwww, so cute. Right. Then, he stealthily bites them on the neck and launches into a full wrestle.

Tonight, he raised the bar. Fizz was dozing happily on the end of the bed. A shiny black furry meatloaf, handsomely decked out in white tie and gloves. Yogi hopped up on the bed and lounged up against Fizz. He started in on Fizz's head and face, sweetly grooming all those hard to reach spots. He even did that little nibbly thing they do to get between their toes, only by Fizz's ear. Fizz contentedly closed his eyes and relaxed. Yogi lounged further onto Fizz. I reached for my camera. As it turned on, Yogi turned mercenary and the next thing I saw was a writhing mass of orange and black. 8 dainty white paws sticking out all over. "NO NO" I cried, and they stopped, startled. Yogi hopped off the bed. Fizz went back to sleep.

Oh look, there's Mithu lounging... and even better... he's on the floor....

Copyright © Caroline J. Swindell
February 18, 2002

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PS: Half an hour after I wrote the story above, Yogi and Fizz were again up on the bed. This time, Yogi was playing with the tip of Fizz' tail. He had the tail firmly gripped between his paws, and was licking and chewing it for all he was worth.

Finally, Fizz had had enough and sat up. He leaned over to rescue his tail, but couldn't seem to figure out how to get it out from between Yogi's paws. He reached over with an ineffective paw, then settled back down in meatloaf position. At that point Yogi let go, so Fizz was able to curl his tail around himself. But he was too agitated to leave the tip still. So out it went, wiggling and writing and inches from Yogi's paws.

I think Yogi's been taking lessons from Yehudah's crew... never a dull moment here.