Yvette's Inner Geek Blog

In case you were wondering, this is my view about 75% of the time when I am sitting in front of my computer at home:

Sometimes she sits directly in the middle and just stares at me. 

Phoebe is approximately one year old now. Her head finally grew into her body, and she spends her free time meowing pathetically next to a toy mouse until someone throws it for her. She loves to chase the mouse up the stairs (going downstairs is just okay) and will play fetch for as long as her humans are willing, or until she is nearly hyperventilating (at which point she flops down on top of the mouse to indicate that she is done, but you cannot have her toy).

She's about 40 times the size of Isis now, and not too scared of her anymore (though still very respectful when Isis hisses and beats on her). And she's still BFF with Loki (who is still approximately 4,000 times the size of Isis).

Today, before I came home from work, Ben said that Loki was lying on the bed and Phoebe jumped up and nose-dived into his big belly. This prompted Loki to start licking her head. Phoebe responded by biting his elbow, and he in turn bit her ears. It turned into a (typical) scrimmage, which Loki always wins by pinning Phoebe down and squashing her poor little kitty ribs while biting her.

The weird/cool thing is that we've never seen a scratch on Phoebe after one of their rough scrimmages. If they weren't both neutered, I'd think that they were lovers.