I don’t know how well it shows up in the photo, but when they write the definition of “smug” in the next edition of Webster’s, they’re going to use this picture of Inkblot. He was so pleased with himself he could hardly stand it. On the right, we have an action shot of Domino darting out from behind the quilts to protect the house from an invasion of cat toys.
And here’s our latest experiment in feline pyschology. Last weekend Marian brought home a blue blanket and tossed it down in the entryway. Inkblot made an immediate beeline for it and claimed it as his new favorite thing. The next day we put the blanket up on the couch. He wouldn’t go near it. We put it on the carpet. Ditto. We put it on the carpet right next to the sofa, and he not only wouldn’t go near it, he actually circled way around it as if it were going to bite him. So then, out of curiosity, I picked it up and put it back on the hardwood floor in the entryway. He made an immediate beeline for it and curled right up. Now what the hell is going on with that?
