Yay! Finally a post about the cats.

Posey looks like quite a little princess, confident of how pretty she is by the constant reminders spoken by her subjects.

Jeremiah puts on a show of being a brave warrior, with a heart yearning for adventure and tunafish. We won’t spoil the atmosphere he’s working on creating by laughing at him should he run to the closet.

Della, however, does not have such a kittenish demeanor. She affect an air of royalty by presenting herself as a queen, not a princess. She does not have to point out that she rules over all, it is assumed that by looking at her bearing you will simply know this.

I want to ruin the effect by grabbing her and smothering her head with kisses, which she would likely not find to be very dignified.

I knew you’d be happy…

I am sad to say, though, that you guessed the tuna question incorrectly. Tuna is Posey’s favorite thing in the whole wide world and as such she is able to distinguish between the sound of a tuna can and any other can being opened and will be at your feet long before the smell has wafted to the other cats.

But you are right about Della being unhappy about having her head smothered with kisses. Of the three, she is the only one who wholeheartedly objects to you getting your face near hers. It could be the whole ruling monarch thing — why should you deign to put your face so close to hers? — or it could just be a weird quirk.

Jer is working on being braver and sometimes waits until someone actually comes into the apartment before hiding himself. And he comes out much more quickly than he used to. Our cat sitters periodically report sighting him by the end of our vacations. And guests almost always see him before they leave (unless they also bring children, and then maybe not).

He doesn’t even pretend to want tuna? He should at least pretend to like it, or his attempts to protray himself as Jeremiah the Brave will never stand up to a light scrutiny.

Of course he likes tuna. One might be asked to renounce feline-ness if one didn’t. It’s just that if you offered him a nice bowl of oatmeal, a bottle of beer, or a plate of tuna, I’m not sure which he’d pick. Probably he’d go for nibbles of all three.