fred is responding to the spray bottle of watery doom. she's decided at the sound of it, that she'd rather hide from it for a while than fight with whatever cat she's after at the moment. she didn't spend any time in kitty jail yesterday. right now she's curled up on doc's chair after giving me a fair cuddling when i woke up. doc started calling her freddie. which i don't mind, and she seems responsive to it.
felix sat in my lap while she was out wandering the living room last night. he has his own thing with her, he's jealous of the attention i pay to her. so i've been going into the bedroom where he's been hanging out on the bed and spending time with him. i think he's starting to get it, he's still my favorite. this cat thing is complicated. i just can't wait until we move, that's going to be all chaos theory and fur.