Since Merle arrived, all things cat-related center around Merle. My cats hide from Merle:
In fact, Doug has worn this look of worry for the past six weeks. Pablo is curious more than anything.
And Merle hides from me.
Chef and I found a little orange water gun to keep Merle from beating up on Pablo and Doug. We also use it to confuse Doug with random spritzes of water. People, we need entertainment too.
Something physiologically about those cats makes me think that “hiding” is kind of an impossibility.
I find it grows truer and truer every day: Cats really don’t care for most things.