This is a pretty typical scene, but in an atypical place. The green tissue paper is on the sofa for Gracie’s enjoyment. From time to time, Tig sleeps in it just to piss her off, because he really prefers sleeping in many other places—a box near my ottoman, the top of the sofa (as seen here), any other part of the sofa, my bed, the chair next to me when I’m blogging, and a host of other places. Gracie, on the other hand, generally picks two or three spots and those are hers. Hers, hers, hers. Tig knows it, so he devils her whenever he wants my attention. He will purposely—and slowly—use the scratching post when Gracie is sleeping inside the tube, just to piss her off. Works every time. I hear first growls, then blood-curdling shrieks, at which point I get up, go over to the pair of them, tell Tig to knock it off and commiserate with Gracie, who snuffles self-pityingly and agrees with me that Tig is a brat.
So to get the two of them near each other in a shot like this is rare. I have many, many individual shots of Tig and Gracie, and though they do actually like each other a lot, and do more than a few things together (they walk to the food dishes in unison often enough to notice, but rarely enough to make me smile every time), they don’t often sleep next to each other. I suspect that’s Gracie’s doing. She knows what a brat her big brother can be. Really. Last night, she walked past him and he reached out and swatted her just to swat her. They don’t play, and he knows it.
Brat, I say. He’s a brat.
But he’s awfully cute when he sleeps. And to get a twofer like this is a rarity.
Tig and Gracie are balm to a sore soul.