Silly humans…

It has been an interesting few weeks here in Banterland. Misty and Sam went off on a trip which turned out to be a bit longer than they planned, and left the Dot and me to our own devices. They got a catsitter to come and look after us for a couple of days, but other than that, we were free from Sam’s games on the xbox and Misty’s rewatching of episodes of Burn notice. We had the whole apartment to ourselves and endless time to spend in it. I spent it catching up on some reading that I’ve been wanting to get through for quite a while now and some poetry writing that I’m very happy with. The revised versions may pop up in the blog in a while, so stay tuned.

Dot kept me on my toes though. I know the sound of her little footsteps approaching the folding sofa very very well and I can go from resting to on guard in the fraction of a second between the moment that I first hear that sound and when she pounced, I was ready to dart out the other side and start the chase. Sometimes we’re playing. Sometimes we start out that way and we wind up really going after each other. But whatever happens during that time, we always wind up back at our status quo. A fragile state of armistice between us that usually falls apart after a while, but forces us to understand each other and ourselves well enough to function as siblings.