WCB # 122 - A Study in Compact Living

Wilbur Wilton, colourpoint british shorthair

We're all different beings, who have various needs, enjoy and flourish under quite separate circumstances. And I suppose that's is basically a good thing of course, like some like to live spaciously - and have the opportunity to do so - while others enjoy the more compact living - by their own choosing.

If you can look pass the clutter part of my life and living, I do like wide open spaces both indoors and outdoors, if possible, depending on the circumstances, generally speaking. And since I appreciate that kind of lebensraum, I tend to think most others do the same, including the furry, purry herd.

And they do like a bit of space while lounging, they're not generally very keen on cuddling up with anyone but me, rarely along with another furry one. The exception to this rule of spacious lebensraum does seem to be the two mothers who are just adamant they are to share box and babies. Last weekend I was a bit stressed by the fact that they really didn't play along with my idea of and plans for a happy neighbourhood - now things have more or less settled into a purring happy bliss and a model way of life.

To me it still seems *slightly* overcrowded and uncomfortable. The only fly in the ointment as far as the mothers seem concerned are that they both want to be head-mother, not the second best milkbar in the neighbourhood. So whenever one of them does have to run an errand of some sort, the other is really quick with installing herself as the almighty indispensable dispenser of food. When the other one returns she usually gives me a look which is both rueful as well as reproachful, like if saying, you really could have restrained her form taking *my* place, couldn't you? Like I'm some kind of managing boxkeeper, I mean, really...

This weekends WCB is hosted by the beautiful, wellrounded brit boys Kashim & Othello over at Paulchen's Foodblog - come join!

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