Yerbie’s Date with Destiny.

No, he has already has that organ clipped.  He went to the groomer.  She made him look like a lion.  He only LOOKS like a lion.

Two Examples of Yerbie Silliness

This week, Yerbie provided us with two examples of silliness.  First one was, we did not understand why he would cry at night.  Now we know.  If one goes to bed before the other,  he is miffed.  He does have his routines.  He gets to shut the house down.

They get treats when we arrive home from work.  Yerbie as cat burglar.  He knows how to open the cabinet.  Putting a rubber band over the knobs vexed him so!

Yerbie watches everything you do.  He then tries to imitate it.  He can be just a touch too smart for his own good.

Daddy, Don’t Leave Me.

Yesterday, I was only home long enough to drop Elaine off, take the garbage can to the curb, and leave for TV Toastmasters.  Yerbie punched at the window.  I heard it from him when I got home.

Fears of Yerbie Part 3. Thunder and Lightning.

Well I know he is afraid of it, but what made it funny, was he did not run at full speed, but at a trot, trying to look dignified.

More Yerbie Acting Fearful.

OK, I will be honest.  This time he could have been hurt.  I dropped three small dishes while drying them, thus breaking them.  You would have thought I was at a Greek wedding.

Lucy kept eating, Yerbie ran.  Now Lucy is quietly sitting on the black comfy chair in the office, wheras small fry, I mean Yerbie is nowhere to be found.

Yerbie is Afraid of Sneezes.

     I let out with a blast of a sneeze.  Lucy just sat on the bed as though nothing happened.  Yerbie took off as if shot out of a cannon.  Ten minutes later he approached me.  Some great hunter, lol!  The Sudanese guys were right.  Yerbie as lion?  No.

Yerbie as a Typist.

I have a bone spur in my elbow.  I could not sleep and Yerbie was up in front of the monitor trying to type.  On Facebook, my friend Lorraine posted maybe he can also write mysteries.  I know he enjoys trying to solve them.

I Live Here! I Sleep Here!

Not according to the feline duo in the house.  I am getting in bed after a long day.  Lucy is already camped out on my side of the bed, with Yerbie at the foot.

“Excuse me,” I said.  No response from the feline duo.  Then again, I should know better.  Finally I just force myself in.  The cats just climb on top of me.  “I live here, I sleep here,”  I cry.

Elaine wakes up long enough to say yes dear and roll back to sleep.

The Testosterone Duo.

     Elaine is wired because of her booksigning this coming Saturday.  Yerbie and I, the Testosterone duo, may go sleep on the sofa until Saturday night.  There is the final score.

Estrogen 1-Testosterone 0.

Yerbie as a Judge of People

Before I got home from work yesterday, Elaine was the only human in the house.  Someone rang the bell saying he was a missionary.

Yerbie normally goes rushing to the screen door to greet folks.  This time, he just stood by Elaine as though he was guarding her.  The guy at the door held out his finger for Yerbie to sniff, Yerbie just stared angrily.

Yerbie as a attack cat.  For Yerbie not to like soneone, this is a new thing.  Therefore, I trust my little buddy’s judgement.