I am ambivalent about the partnership between our cat, Xenia, and our dog Max. It has gone from enemies to frenemies to partners in the past couple of weeks. Back in August, they could not even be on the same house floor, but just before Christmas, I came home one evening to find them lounging together on the second-floor landing and looking for an evening snack.
So this relationship has progressed from gladiators meeting on the arena‘s sands to something entirely different. Even my wife, usually much more the optimist than I, admitted it was a surprise.
Then the six in the morning, arias started up again with Xenia in my room singing about hunger, the agony of abandonment by beloved humans, more about the desire for breakfast, and just a bit of a threat regarding what might come next. OK, those we’ve had before. But it was the baritone growls and yowls of Max that surprised me. Damn! They were doing a duet.
I get up, stumble downstairs, make them breakfast, and they slink off to the living room to lie in front of the fire. Obviously, the cat is the dominant member of this partnership. She has years of experience manipulating humans, and she gets results. What more can you want?
Lol. Thanks for the chuckle.
You have to hand it to the little angels–always surprising us.
Her face is a picture! She is NOT amused.
They had decided that dinner was coming too late, and the servants needed some discipline.
Ohhhh dear. You are in trouble!
she made me pay at three Am with a purr session right next to my ear that woke me up. Kitty ain’t subtle.
That’s letting you off gently! At least it wasn’t screaming and parkour.
She’s eighteen now and past parkour, but she is wily and subtle. Now the Gray Menace believed in blood revenge as his personal method of training the domestic staff.