I hope you all remember my friend cat, Flopsy. I met him back in September and wrote a blog post about it. Back then he was called Stripe. Well, Flopsy is one of my best friends now. He comes to visit me all the time, although to be honest, he might like Bakersfield more than me.

I don’t mind if Flopsy plays with Bakersfield too. We’re all one big happy family. Although the rabbits do tend to stay out of the way when Flopsy is around. That’s probably just a coincidence.

Anyway, Floppers, or as he is sometimes called, StarFlops, was over on Sunday and we had a great time. He likes to play a game called Stalking the Capybara.

It’s a funny game. I don’t actually have to do anything. Sometimes when I walk around, StarFlops walks after me all sneaky like. But usually the game involves him sneaking up on me while I’m sleeping.

This weekend, I kept trying to get the Flopster to scratch my belly. Wouldn’t that be a great way to end the game? But every time I rolled over for him to scratch me, he got scared and ran off. Or, as above, just completely ignored me. This is kind of rude. I know he’s a good scratcher because Melly complains about it sometimes. I am sure I would never complain.

I don’t like to say anything, but if Flops can’t catch me from this setup, he can’t catch anything! Look! My eyes are closed, my feet are splayed, he has the advantage of height. What does he want?

Honestly, I am surprised that Flopsy can catch the food in his bowl! It’s a good thing Coral took him in because there is no way he was going to survive in the wild.

I made up a little poem about me and Flopsy.

The Cat and the Capybara

Little cat
Still as a lion
Hunting wildebeest
On the plains of Africa.
Stealthy tabby
Ready to pounce.
Helpless capybara
Ready to be pounced upon.
But there’s food in the bowl.
Wildebeest can wait for later.