Lucy the cat likes food, belly rubs, humans, an occasional crumb of cheese and the other cats. (well, sorta.)
She does not, however, like the dog.
The staircase demarcates the boundary lines in the house - the cats live upstairs, with their food and box and access to many comfortable beds, and Jasper lives on the main floor, where he can see easily if there's anything nefarious afoot that must be doggily commented upon.
The cats come downstairs mostly late at night, when J's in his crate and they can sit on the windowsills and thunk! their tails and look out at the moonlit landscape and think catly thoughts, but there is an uneasy truce - the stairs are neutral territory. There is usually a cat or two lounging about halfway up, keeping an eye on things. Jasper pretends not to notice.
Today, though, he had an attack of puppy enthusiasm, and rushed up the stairs at Lucy, who was horrified (horrified!) to see the big galoot rushing at her and smacked him smartly a few times, swearing all the while.
Jas, of course, backed off momentarily, the wheels spinning in his head. Then he shook off any rational thought and plunged again. Lucy puffed up to raccoon size and smacked him again. He barked. She gave him a glare, fluffed up even more,
and chased him down the stairs.
Not bad for a cat who weighs approximately 1/10th of what he does.
Saturday, 30 August 2008
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OMG! That's so funny!
Are you getting the torrential downpour, complete with thunder and lightning?
I love it!
I have a similar situation, though no "upstairs" so instead the little girl cat inhabits the 2nd floor of my one story apartment. Everything tall is hers. The boy cat floats between the 2 "stories" and has not a bit of dog phobia. I can hear the cats at night sometimes doing cat things while Sienna watches from her crate. Love this story!
I'm afraid even our meanest cat is no match for either of our dogs.
Our cat and dog our nearly the same size. No the dog isn't small, the cat is huge. We get a daily dose of dog chasing cat in the living room. Cat gets bored and jumps on the coffee table and dog still runs in circles and get bopped in the head by said cat. Better the TV...
Yes but you have to remember that when it comes to self-confidence, 1 pound of cat is equal to 50 pounds of dog.
Hahaha!
Looks like a sketch from my house except my dog is black and so is my cat...and so are my stairs...from all the fricken fur!!!!
Go, Lucy.
When I lived with a cat and a dog, the cat was the INSIDE boss and the dog was the OUTSIDE boss.
Great capture of the moment, glad you had the camera handy.
Ha! This reminds me of the book Angus and the Cat.
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