Big Sis

My big sister is Einstein. She’s my big sister in more ways then one.   

 First, she’s the biggest cat in the house and she uses that to her advantage. I see mommy and dad catering to her every need. She frequent gets helicopter rides up to her favorite seat. She gets rides upstairs for special love on the bed. She gets special food brought right to her in her chair. And at treat time, sometimes she doesn’t even have to come to the treat room! Mommy says she has arthritis. I think she’s faking it because she likes the special treatment.

Second, she’s the oldest cat in the house. Mommy and daddy adopted her, along with Norton, back in 2003. So that makes her 12. Yikes, she is old. For many, many years it was just her and Norton in the house. I guess she got used to their routine. Because she sure doesn’t like having me and Casper around. If either of us gets within striking range, she ltd us know we are too close with a low growl and a super scary hiss. Now, I’ve never actually seen her swat at either one if us, but I’m not testing those waters. Her hiss is so scary!

I do have one fun game I like to play with her. She doesn’t get down often from her chair in the media room. But when she does, I like to stalk her. I’m a pretty good stalker too. Most times she doesn’t even notice I’m there, watching her every move, sneaking up around corners to watch her. She doesn’t move very fast so stalking her is pretty easy. Sometimes she only moves as far as the front hall and then she plops down and stays there for hours. But sometimes, she sneaks down into the basement. I’m not sure what motivates her to relocate to the basement cause all she does down there is get up on the couch and fall asleep which is exactly what she was doing in the media room. Maybe when I’m old, I’ll understand. 

Stalking Einstein is one of the things I like to do when I get bored. She hates it, but I love it! One of these days I’ll win her over and she’ll happily let me sit down in the chair next to her. Maybe.