Alright, so I have to write about this one...

Really, I *have* to write about this. Pictures won't do it justice, and I'm actually somewhat afraid to take them. A little bit of hell has broken loose at Casa Didgeridoo again, by way of something that seemed like a step towards semi-calm and quasi-normality. What might that have been?

Foot Foot has left the dining room. She knocked the door open and came back into the main part of the house, literally jumped up on the thing and bopped it open, stalking in as if her life's purpose depended on that very thing. Didgeridoo Boy and I were shocked, but he said he knew she would eventually do something like that, and we proceeded to welcome her back. Totsi the Dog pranced around like she was showing her everything that had changed in her almost-two-month absence. Jupiter Jones...

...pounced. But not in a mean way. Oh, no, it was a playful pounce, the kind he's just learned how to do and is putting his all into mastering. He bunches himself down on the floor, does a butt scooty move, focuses, and springs about three feet into the air over a distance of no less than four feet. Foot Foot did not share our delight in his display of this maneuver, and went back to where she came from.

But she didn't stay. Oh, no, it's her intent to be back in the house. Likewise, it is Jupiter's intent to lure her into lively play - which she always makes sure to let him know is not an option in this lifetime. He doesn't seem to be taking the hint.

Since Foot Foot burst back into the living room, he has been trying, and she has been growling and hissing. The only time it stops is if the two cats are asleep - - sometimes, Foot Foot growls and hisses when the kitten is nowhere around. She carries on while she's eating. She gave herself a bath in the middle of a room, growling and hissing, while the kitten was nowhere to be found. Yesterday, she hissed at her water dish. From morning till night, they are in an almost perpetual walk chase punctuated with Jupiter's pounces and loud exclamations from Foot Foot. All around the house they go - Foot Foot walks, waxing operatic, and Jupiter follows, occasionally popping into the air and landing near the tip of her tail. When he lands, there is a little explosion of dismay from Foot Foot, who sometimes tries to dribble his head like a basketball. Then they dash a bit, sit for a while, and go back to walking. Sometimes I have to intervene with the Evil Kitty bottle.

Which, predictably enough, is what I have to run do right now - after I refill the thing. Enjoy your day, and please send wishes that I don't wind up in the middle of a flurry of kitty claws.