Sister Callie Jo Update

For the BOP... 

So BOP ,who I didn't think was a "cat man", wants more pictures of Callie Jo. LOL

The thing is that I don't have too many good pictures of her. She moves too fast these days. And unless I am trying to take pictures, it just doesn't work out. These in this post are fuzzy at best.

And Sister Callie has figured out, uh... Oldgirl Ladylee ain't that much of a cat person. I mean, I will play with her here and there, but she realizes we are very laid back in these parts. So she needs to sit her tail down somewhere. And she does that more and more these days. She has learned to entertain herself. And she likes to sleep under the bed. (I am glad of that. I didn't like waking up with her snuggled in my armpit or around my neck. Unh-unh.)

She had another booster shot last week, and she doubled in weight over a three week period. O_O.

She is getting big.

Here she is with one of my crochet squares.

I can't talk trash about the squares. She is going under and inside the couch and finding squares from many YEARS ago. She tends to play with those. I keep my regular squares I am working with put up somewhere.

On more of a regular basis, at least a couple of times per hour, this is the usual scenario. 

She tries to throw him in a headlock and bite him on the back of the neck. As you can see from the look on Oscar's face (and he is screeching hard), he is not amused. Not in the least.

I usually let this activity go unchecked.  But there is nothing worse than waking up to a screeching Oscar... at 3 in the morning. That causes all kinds of problems.

"What the HELL is wrong with ya'll! Get outta my room! Right now!" I holler.

*Oscar and Callie scrambling out of the bedroom*

*LadyLee closing the bedroom door... tightly*

I have had to take him by the shoulders...

And look him in straight into the eyes...

And talk to him.

"Oscar, you can't let her jump you like that.  As Miss Celie told Harpo that day out in the field, I tell you:

BEAT HER!

Beat her, Oscar. Beat the brakes off of her. Whoop her tail good fashion. I don't care. 

And that's what he does. Holds her down, Snatch her by the collar and bite and snap at her.

Punch her a few times, dude. Get her scrambling for her life.  KICK HER BUTT!

He kicks her tail so bad that I find her break-away collar in the middle of the floor.

Then she will leave him alone. It is almost as if she is saying "Oscar, it's too much. I need to go sit down somewhere."

Yes you do, Sister Callie. Go church jog over in the corner somewhere.

Oscar isn't slick. He will notice she's not around for awhile, and he will go walk up on her and sit there and just... stare.  And that gets her all riled up again.

He gets a kick out of that. He's not fooling me.

But Oscar-Tyrone's overall preference is to lay down and rest awhile.

That's the only time he tolerates her being up on him.

Thank goodness when the good Sister Callie Jo takes time to sit down and meditate.

Thank goodness for us all.