Lunch Date, Continued

Our human has a different lunch date this week -- a huge, longhaired black cat named Sam. Sam's very serious and dignified and attentive, and our human loves him. So they go out on his balcony, and she eats lunch with one hand and pets him on the head with the other. She says it sort of reminds her of the slogan, "Cat Hair is a Condiment," that you see on mugs and T-shirts. I don't know... I've never seen any mugs or T-shirts with that slogan. And what's a condiment? I don't think I'd want to eat one.

Anyway, Sam doesn't shed much, and he's being very careful to not get his silky fur in our human's food.

Hi Harry!

I'm so excited! Harry came out from under the bed today and joined our human and her friends, Pistula and Saber, on the deck. I'm still trying to figure out why a pet sitting cat would hide from our human, but apparently a lot do at first.

When we first starting pet sitting at their house, Pistula hid, too. Our human found him in his kids' playroom, surrounded by tons of toys. Then he discovered that our human and Saber were having lunch together on the deck so the cats could have more outdoor time. Turns out he loves tuna from Subway even more than he loves treats. After two weeks,  our human's getting sort of tired of tuna sandwiches from Subway, but she wouldn't want to disappoint Pistula, and he really looks forward to those lunch dates!

He and Harry are beautiful black cats with green eyes. He's big; she's tiny. Saber's a round, friendly silver tabby. I think it would be nice if she had some orange, like me. But she's still very pretty. Here are her picture and Pistula's.