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This new kitten cannot get here soon enough! Last night, was possibly the saddest moment ever in the history of Princess Siada and one can only hope that her new "sibling" will be a cure for this greatest of sorrows. The background of this story is that Isis is a crotchety old gal. She does not at all care for spotted kitties, especially small ones that bounce all over her and bite her ankles Kenya-style (see bottom of the page, at the 30 second mark). She most definitely does not want to cuddle them, even though she regularly relents and lets Reeses cuddle her. The fact remains that Isis simply does not really want the spotted ones near her. Sometimes they can sneak up on her as she sleeps... maybe even even get close enough to touch her (Nimar was pretty famous in our house for reaching out his paw and just barely touching her on her as she slept). But cuddles? Nope. None of this, however, stops Siada for wanting her fair share of Isis time. The little girl tries so hard, but the moment that she gets close there is hissing and popping and growling and some other noise of discontent that can only be described as the enraged bleating of a very large sheep. And then Siada leaves, head hung down with great big kitton tears rolling down that long Savannah nose. But relate the tale from last night, Isis was sleeping on my pillow, as she does every night. Actually, I have to have two pillows because Isis herself is a pillow-sized cat. So I arrange two pillows next to each other, one for me and one for her, and she curls up next to my head and purrs through the night. At about 6am I was awakened, abruptly, by very loud growling and bleating, right next to my ear. I sat up, eyes full of sleep, trying to peer through the darkness to see what the issue could be. Eventually it became clear. While Isis was blissfully snoozing on my pillow, Siada had crept in and curled up against her, much like Reeses in the photos above. Apparently Isis woke up to discover the infraction and, instead of moving away from the offender, chose to bellow instead. Siada only stared at me with wide open sorrowful eyes. Big. Kitton. Tears. So, I moved the little princess so that she could snuggle my arms, and quieted the mass of attitude on my pillow and tried to go back to sleep. At least, I thought, it was not yet another Kenya incident. And oh yes, I hope that this new kitton can be a great cuddle pal for Siada. #SavannahCat
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