Snoqualmie

Fuzzy logic.

Bella likes to sit on things. She likes to sit on the couch, Jacob's desk, Jacob, me, the bed, and the pile of leftover carpet pad in the living room. She's easy to please as long as Jacob and I are constantly engaged in petting her at all times.

Peanut likes to sit on things. She likes to sit on the couch, Jacob's desk, me, the bed, and the pile of leftover carpet pad in the living room. When I stopped petting her this morning to brush my hair, she tried to stand on my stomach and looked at me with soulful, yet demanding, eyes.

Peanut doesn't like Bella. When they get within 3 feet of each other, Peanut starts hissing. I bop her on the head and tell her to knock it off, and she hisses at me. Then she turns back and hisses at Bella again, lather, rinse, and repeat.

Bella doesn't like Peanut. She's been whining about it since we brought Peanut home. She wanders around the house meowing plaintively, scratching to be let out, turning around in the door to look angry at me, coming back in, scratching to be let out, lather, rinse, and repeat.

Hey... now there's an idea. Lather, rinse, repeat! Not that either of them needs a bath, mind you, but if they can be bratty and malicious I can do it too.