For the past two weeks, Hopper and Hilbert have apparently been fighting a rearguard battle over their latest acquisition: a cardboard box. Hilbert took possession first, but Hopper got into the act pretty quickly. Her expression is clearly a declaration that this is her box now, and other cats better stay away. I’m reliably informed that she backed this up with some fancy paw action and sent Hilbert scampering away.
And with that, let’s all give three cheers for my sister, who has taken such good care of Hilbert and Hopper that we’re not sure they’ll even recognize us when they come home. I should add that her six weeks of catsitting was an even bigger favor than you might think, given H&H’s penchant for destruction of anything left lying around accidentally. But tomorrow they come home. Marian has been catproofing our house for the past week, and on Saturday Karen will deliver the furballs back to us. I’m sure they’ll show us very quickly if there are any catproofing spots we missed.
