Emmy did not enjoy this, and had taken to absolutely CHEWING on Izzy's head and scruff. Oddly enough, Izzy didn't seem to mind. If Emmy got too hard, she'd meow about it, but wouldn't stop her. I'd tell her NO and clap (she responds better to loud noises than to water; she doesn't give a fraction of a crap about the squirt bottle) and she'd stop just to start it up again when I wasn't looking.
Well, I haven't been feeling well, so today I was propped up on the couch covered by the blue blanket that they both love, so naturally they both came for snuggles. Izzy first, then Emmy. Emmy tried to claim me as hers by biting on Izzy, but she was within arm's reach, so I would scruff her just a bit to get her to stop that, with the loud NO. After that twice, she stopped. So I spent some time petting one, then petting the other, talking to them. And soon I had two purring cats practically on my lap.
And then a little later, I had this.
I expect that there will still be some bumps in the road, but Emmy wasn't just tolerating the grooming. She was enjoying it. Looks like maybe I don't have to give up my dreams of adorable kitty-cuddle Christmas cards.
Precious, just precious!
