That last post was a little too close for comfort, so I bring you…. [drum roll, please]… Cat Stories!!!

Pippin loves company. He shows off his favorite toys, alternates between presenting his best angles and getting too over-excited to maintain his coordination, and makes the rounds of all the guests like the most practiced host.

Last night, though, a 2-year-old joined the mix. She’s very practiced with cats, but Pippin didn’t quite trust us when we told him that. Also, she completely commanded the attention he is used to receiving. He was unwilling to leave his potential adoring audience, though, so he sat on the sidelines in his best Regal Cat poses and gazed at that 2-year-old with intense contempt. If looks could wither, that poor girl would have been a husk on the floor. Luckily, she was too busy charming the company to notice.

It took Pippin about half an hour to realize that he was free of his nemesis once everyone left last night. When it finally dawned on him that she was gone, he tore around the house in a crazed frenzy for about 20 minutes, flopped onto my lap and purred so hard it sounded like he might rip his throat, and then slept. Hard. And he’s still sleeping.