We Will, We Will Block You! A Tale of Two Hands

One expert, one novice, two best buddies

Blocking.  Chamois and Purrkins are experts, Manu and Clawde are novices.

I am limited by my two hands.  I have four pets - the math doesn't add up.  Unless you use my ever-suffering husband's approach to math.  He believes that 2 + 2 should equal 5, because you have to make a profit.  Hullo!!! I only have 4 pets, not 5.  I need one more.  A cat....please sir.

The competition for my two hands is never violent, but never subtle.  Manu - our rescue dog that came to us with a lot of issues - needs a lot of attention.  If he could crawl into our skin, he would.  Quite frankly, my weight has been creeping up the last few years, I don't need that shit - he's a big boy, I'm a short woman.

Manu will be having a quiet cuddle with me, my two hands gently playing with that velvety excess of skin sagging enticingly under his neck.  The next thing I know, Chamois has arrived, trying to get in a sneaky kiss.  I have two hands, as I said, one per pet is quite equitable in my books.  Apparently not.  Chamois is an expert at slowly and methodically pushing all 53 of her kilograms closer to me, while nudging all 58 of Manu's kilograms away from me.  And voila!  There she is, successfully between us.



One expert, one novice, two best buddies



While this is happening, Purrkins will be dead asleep somewhere in the house, curled up into a gorgeous ball of soft blue fur.  He has some internal radar that alerts the jealousy part of his brain, and he awakens with a stretch and a throaty grunt.  The next thing we know, Purrkins is at our feet, rubbing and scent marking us with a joyful squeak in his purr, like some over-worked engine in need of a bit of TLC.  The bigger the squeak, but bigger the happy.

As he rubs all over Chamois' face exchanging interspecies kisses, Manu senses a break in the block, and in he gently pushes, all mastiff smiles and waggy tail.

And so it continues.

Sometimes Clawde's interest will be piqued and he will stroll over to check things out.  He doesn't worry about it too much because he knows that during cold weather, my lap is his territory pretty much every night.  He is solid and unmoving at these times, and Purrkins doesn't stand a chance.

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It's not just me, all four of them are just as bad with any human. Chamois more so because she is a shameless tart.

And in all of this attention seeking, there is one body still jumping up and down for attention, tirelessly and hopefully.  He is quite aware of his place is in this family.   Let's just say if this family was a totem pole, he wouldn't be at the bit where pigeons like to perch. 

We all know that is where the cats would be.