Let’s get the facts straight. It’s not cats or dogs. It’s cats & dogs. Around here, life can be like living in one of those old-fashioned game arcades. The cats are running around, and the dog puts a paw out to trip Sabrina, causing Marcus to catch her and nip her. Marcus, the male cat, shoulder bumps Max the dog to acknowledge the assist. It’s like tag team wrestling.
Friends have come over and stated that the level of cooperation is most unusual, but we don’t think too much about it. It’s just the way things are in our house. The dog goes out, and a dome of silence covers the goings on inside. When he gets together with his buddy Moose, it’s just dog to dog stuff – one of the guys. Bark up a storm and chase squirrels. But once inside the house, the food bowls are almost side by side. During the winter, there may be a pig-pile in front of the wood stove.
And let’s not get started on how they cooperate to get me to feed them morning and evening. I swear that I catch them watching the kitchen clock. At four pm, the antics start as a coordinated ballet of intimidation and begging.
Around here, we joke that they have a union local, Cats and Dogs Local 8, Teamsters.
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My cats are card carrying members. Support your local Teamsters. Looking good, Max, Marcus and Sabrina! 😹
Local 9?
Yes, 9 is cats only. Sorry, Max.
He can live with it. The cats wonder who gets up on the bed in the morning and washes your face when they can’t get you up? The dog is the heavy.
I absolutely love this post, Lou. I have gates separating the front and back yards––the front yard being the cats’ domain and the back the dogs’. In the morning, however, they all have that same “kitchen clock” interplay…cats on the roof outside my bedroom, dogs lined up outside the screen of it’s open sliding glass door. Uncanny, how they know when that clock hits 8 a.m. Cats yowling on the roof, dogs with short barks or whines and scrapings of their paws on the screen. My dependable alarm clock at 8 a.m. and again at 5 p.m.–dogs at the dining room screen and cats at the kitchen door.
Let’s see….which local are they Mexico cats and dogs local 22?
This is too funny. And I just love that photo at the top.
I cannot explain this to Teddy. He just wouldn’t get it.
Max: I understand, but he’s part of my herd, and I’m a cattle dog!
Bear understands, Max. It’s OK.