Two Fat Little Cats

A brief introduction to the two lazy freeloaders who think I am their servant, Petrie and Gertie.

Sir Flinders Petrie and the Honorable Gertrude Bell are my two cats. We call them Petrie and Gertie. They are brother and sister, about a year and a half old. Petrie thinks he is a killer, and will leap at his sister in ambush attacks, chase after toy mice, climb on things, but if someone comes to the house, he will hide under my bed. He is an expert burglar and can open drawers to steal hair ties. He expects to be carried around like the King of the World by my sons. Gertie is a lot lazier, always ready to eat, won't jump on anything higher than a chair (we joke that she's not very athletic). She is not afraid of strangers, because maybe they will feed her, and has tried to seduce two plumbers and a pizza delivery person into opening cans of food for her. She's also full-on willing to scrap if she sees a dog or a strange cat.

Gertie has the pink nose, Petrie has the dark nose. This is them disobeying the "no cats on the table" rule again: