Monday, April 21, 2008

Cat Wars

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. Well, there was a lot of cat hair, anyway.

Riley has reigned supreme for nigh these seven years. He has allowed The Beagle, who was here when he arrived, to live for it is stupid and poses no threat.

Yes, Riley reigned supreme, having dominion over the couch, arm chair, kitchen ledge, every bed and lo, even the coveted Living Room Bay Window That Is Many Feet In The Air, verily at songbird flying height. And next to a tree. Life was good.

And then came Pepper.

Who turned out to be not so bad. Except that he will not submit to repeated inspections by Riley with Sniffing and Licking. But other than that, he'll also be allowed to live, for Pepper is Congenial. Pepper doesn't mind The Beagle. The Beagle loves everyone. Things were settling nicely.

And then came Tigger.

Who, after a 3 week separation from his brother Pepper, no longer accepted Pepper as a Being Worthy of Life. There has been much hissing and fissing and slapping of paws. Tigger has designated the Beagle JAWS OF DEATH and hisses and fluffs up ferociously upon a mere sighting of the dog from the next room.

And Riley.

Tigger has declared Riley HE WHO MUST BE CRUSHED. It's a Battle of the Alpha Male Kittehs.

Riley is seven years old and weighs about 15 lbs. Tigger is six months old and weighs about 3 whiskers and a ball of fluff.

I reckon it’s a dead heat. Hold your tickets, ladies. Hold your tickets.


Blogger Wonderferret said...

My money is on Riley.
"age and treachery will always overcome youth and brilliance"

April 22, 2008 at 8:47 a.m.  
Blogger merlinprincesse said...

It will pass.... Let them take their own place... Yup... It will pass. I have experience with that... :)

April 22, 2008 at 11:40 a.m.  
Blogger The Wrath of Dawn said...

"age and treachery..." I like that. I may adopt it as my personal motto.

Yeah. It'll pass. And then life will be all boring again.

I think I'll get a rabbit.

April 23, 2008 at 12:46 a.m.  
Blogger Ricardipus said...

And there was great Wailing, and Moaning, and Gnashing of Teeth. And the Lord God did look down upon It, and did screech and holler and otherwise Vent her Wrath upon them, and Lo! verily did peace descend upon the land."

And then the daughters, another dog, two chipmunks and sundry visiting Unwashed Heathens did come to visit, and Alle Helle Broke Loose.

So it is written, so it did happen.

[100% true according to the gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster]

(not mad)

April 24, 2008 at 3:21 p.m.  
Anonymous bc said...

I got a new cat, too, and no one likes anyone anymore. Dogs, cats, people. We all fight like cats and dogs. And people. This has been going on for more than 6 months, ever since my son-in-law dropped off his evil half-sister-kitteh-of-my husband's-cat when he moved out of town. "I might be able to get her later." Right. Frakkin' cat sleeps on my head. Got another dog this week, too. Also wants to sleep on my head. And they both do, after hissing and spitting and barking and biting and scratching for an hour or so. On my head.
Quelle Horror! I thought they'd all get over it. Hah! I'll probably expire from lack of sleep first.

May 2, 2008 at 10:01 p.m.  

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