I bet you say that to all the cats

"The Lion and the Lamb shall lie down together, But the Lamb won't get much sleep."
~ Woody Allen

I was reminded of that quote by this picture:

Dinah was sleeping in the chair, and Pyewacket decided to join her. She jumped up (or actually I guess she jumped down, having come from the table in front of the window), and washed Dinah's head for awhile. That usually ends with Dinah deciding to leave, Pyewacket telling her that she isn't finished yet, Dinah still trying to leave, and Pye biting her. Or else Pyewacket would just bull her way into the spot she wanted, pushing Dinah out of the way.

But this time Pye just washed her for awhile, then laid down beside her and went to sleep.

This was unusual enough that I went up and got Bob to come down to look. We decided it was probably because Pyewacket isn't feeling very well. I had to take her to the vet on Saturday for her annual check-up and vaccinations, and the vet said she has some kind of minor eye irritation or infection, so she has eye drops for that. And she's been sneezing a little, so maybe it's a cold that's settled in her eye.

In any event, she's been a little under the weather, and takes her comfort where she can find it, which in this case, was Dinah. Dinah, as you can see, wasn't quite as comfortable (the little paw in the air was actually resting on the back of the chair, as if there wasn't quite enough room to lay it down, and she was afraid if she did, she'd nudge Pyewacket, who would be mad), but she eventually curled up and fell asleep, too.

Pye also spent quite a bit of time on my lap last night, and she came to me in the night and cuddled with me, which is almost unprecedented. I told Bob that I think we bonded at the vet's.

The ride over was awful, but since it's only about a mile or so, I figured she could handle it. She wasn't sure, though, and cried and cried. Once we got there, she walked right out of the carrier and nosed around, inspecting everything, then when the vet and his assistant came in, she flopped over on her back on the floor so they would rub her tummy.

They're always happy to see her, and enjoy her outgoing personality. The vet told her she's his favorite cat, but I suppose they say that to all the cats . . . I kept telling her this weekend that "You're the vet's favorite cat!" to try to make her feel better. It's true that she's a lot more outgoing socially than most cats; when I take Dinah to the vet, we have to take the carrier apart to get her to come out. With Pye, we had to take it apart to get her back in.

When we were the last time, Dinah tried to hide under the scale. Pye just walks up to the vet and practically leaps into his arms. Of course, she'd go home with the pizza delivery guy if we let her.