Mim and Jess
These are my cats. They made their first published appearance last year, in a newspaper, alongside this text:
R. Fresson is at home with his cats. He enjoys spending time with cats, especially his. They're names are as follows. 1. Mee-mee. 2. Jess. That is all of them.
They are ladies of leisure. They spend much time socialising and lying down, sometimes stretching. Occasionally, they eat. Mee-mee, or Mim (as she is affectionately known) eats more than Jess. As a result, Mim is fatter and Jess is thinner. Jess, however, is more sociable than Mim and is likely to approach visitors and entertain them with feline anecdotes. Some have suggested that Jess is too trusting, and, while on first impression seems quite conversational and jolly, given time it is Mim who inspires the greatest love and affection. Perhaps Jess is just simply more simple. This certainly follows if one were to examine either cat's gaze. For example, a visitor may stroke Mim and find her disinterested, possibly e'en a little disturbed by said fondling. Fine, you may say; it is due to Mim's apparent disinclination towards new faces; the fact that she requires time to warm to them. Conversely, one may observe the look on Mim's face when the visitor strokes Jess instead. Ferocious jealousy! and nothing less. When Mim was stroked Jess did not so much as raise a whisker, but when Jess received similar acknowledgement Mim stared daggers.
This suggests a bizarre complexity in Mim's character, namely that she wants what Jess has only when Jess has it. This is a common trait among sisters of the human variety, but middle-aged cats?
Evidence for Mim's inherent envy is further exemplified by the way in which she bullies her slighter sister. At mealtimes it is Mim who waits patiently, while Jess appears to be asking for food for both of them. Then, after Jess has finished, Mim will always check Jess's bowl for leftovers. Mim will even bash or scowl at Jess for claiming her own food. It seems, so it does, that Jess is not allowed to have anything that Mim does not. And Jess doesn't seem to mind. Indeed, it has been recently suggested that Jess is the smarter cat and feigns simple-minded-ness and an aura of 'being-hard-done-by' so that dim-witted humans will make all the previously made assumptions, placing Mim in the 'bad-books'.
R. (G.) Fresson, of course, finds no such distinction, preferring his cats only when sleeping. De facto, he is quoted as saying "They are only cats, God damnation! Now, leave me at once."
Sadly, Jess died in March. She was very old and was finding jumping onto to strangers' laps a struggle. R.I.P.J