phool friends L & P

PANSY GARDENIA and LILY MAGNOLIA
at 18 months
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PANSY GARDENIA 12/98

AKA "Ants in the Pantsy"

LILY MAGNOLIA 12/98

AKA "Lilypalooza"

Pansy and Lily continue to entertain us with everthing from “Synchronized Squirrel Watching” to “Feline Wrestlemania.” (Could public office be in their futures? Or only if we move to Minnesota?) They are far more attuned to one another’s movements than Tulip and Daisy were at their age. Of course, Pansy and Lily are twins, so that may account for it.

Another major difference between the new girls and the old, is that we let Lily and Pansy keep all their claws, not just their back ones. This has meant dealing with the inevitable urge to climb trees. We won’t bore you with all the details, but one Summer evening, Dad’s family arrived for a barbecue just in time for his nephew to help climb onto the garage roof with a step ladder in a futile attempt to lure Pansy down to safety. For those of you who may be curious, the fire department does NOT come to rescue cats in trees anymore. Eventually, they find a way down, but not before Mom has been reduced to tears.

In addition to the usual cat stuff, they enjoy playing special games with their father. The Magic Slipper ride is a favorite; also riding Shoulder Mountain. Mom gets extra attention while on the computer, with the girls often fighting over the spot where the warmth emanates from the monitor. Lily tries to catch the arrow for the cursor as it moves around the screen, giving new meaning to the game Cat and Mouse.

Mom still misses her first girls, especially as the holidays draw near. She had planned to put the cats’ tree up this year. That would have meant deciding which of Tulip’s ornaments will now be Pansy’s and which Lily’s and which of Daisy’s will be whose as well. You think it’s easy deciding who should get the ballerina cat dressed as the Firebird and who gets the Black Swan? Circumstances intervened (Mom broke her foot the week before Christmas) and gave her an excuse to put off that traumatic event. So ‘til next year, we’ll all keep purring along.


PANSY GARDENIA and LILY MAGNOLIA at 18 months Scroll down for how they spent 1998
PANSY GARDENIA 12/98 AKA "Ants in the Pantsy"	LILY MAGNOLIA 12/98 AKA "Lilypalooza"
Pansy and Lily continue to entertain us with everthing from “Synchronized Squirrel Watching” to “Feline Wrestlemania.” (Could public office be in their futures? Or only if we move to Minnesota?) They are far more attuned to one another’s movements than Tulip and Daisy were at their age. Of course, Pansy and Lily are twins, so that may account for it. Another major difference between the new girls and the old, is that we let Lily and Pansy keep all their claws, not just their back ones. This has meant dealing with the inevitable urge to climb trees. We won’t bore you with all the details, but one Summer evening, Dad’s family arrived for a barbecue just in time for his nephew to help climb onto the garage roof with a step ladder in a futile attempt to lure Pansy down to safety. For those of you who may be curious, the fire department does NOT come to rescue cats in trees anymore. Eventually, they find a way down, but not before Mom has been reduced to tears. In addition to the usual cat stuff, they enjoy playing special games with their father. The Magic Slipper ride is a favorite; also riding Shoulder Mountain. Mom gets extra attention while on the computer, with the girls often fighting over the spot where the warmth emanates from the monitor. Lily tries to catch the arrow for the cursor as it moves around the screen, giving new meaning to the game Cat and Mouse. Mom still misses her first girls, especially as the holidays draw near. She had planned to put the cats’ tree up this year. That would have meant deciding which of Tulip’s ornaments will now be Pansy’s and which Lily’s and which of Daisy’s will be whose as well. You think it’s easy deciding who should get the ballerina cat dressed as the Firebird and who gets the Black Swan? Circumstances intervened (Mom broke her foot the week before Christmas) and gave her an excuse to put off that traumatic event. So ‘til next year, we’ll all keep purring along.