Watchcat Collette has adopted the habit Watchcat Rosie had of walking in front of me when feeding her. A few mornings ago, I said, "Rosie, I mean Collette, I can't get to the food when you block my path."
Collette considered this and allowed me just enough space to reach her food. It's heartwarming to see common ground between past and present watchcats--even when it makes things slightly awkward.
Watchcat Collette and I reached a stalemate this afternoon. She dug one claw into her scratching post and another claw into her Cat Dancer toy. She refused to let go, so eventually, I let the Cat Dancer drop and told her, "Congratulations. You win."
With that kind of steadfast determination, I know I can trust Collette to guard her assigned sector masterfully.
I'm tired today. A little while ago, I mused to myself, "I've yawned almost as much as Watchcat Collette does in a day." Then, I thought, "Come to think of it, why does Collette yawn more than I do most days? She spends a lot of time sleeping, and it's not like she has a job."
Then, I remembered...She does have a job. Presumably, monitoring an assigned sector for hours must take a lot out of a watchcat.
Whenever possible, I've heard it's wise to give one's watchcat the benefit of the doubt.
When there was wisdom to be dispensed, Watchcat Collette and her watchrabbit were there to dispense it on July 7, 2026:
Watchcat Lily didn't have a rope with which to cordon off the landing. She explained to visitors that the upstairs portion of her assigned sector was off limits on July 4, 2026:
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It's not wise to trifle with a watchcat or her watchrabbit. That much was clear, based on Watchcat Collette's expression last month:
Holidays are often fun, but sometimes, things can get rowdy. Watchcat Lily was ready to bean miscreants in her assigned sector with a basketball last night:
