It’s been a week of ups and downs around here. We had to say goodbye to our resident “old man” kitty, Jamie last weekend. He lived a nice long life, and his age has been catching up to him for several months now, but it doesn’t make it any easier to say goodbye.
Spartacus got some fancy new booties to protect his paws from the severe cold we’ve had, combined with the salt that we’ve had to use to keep things under control. While he doesn’t love them, he’s certainly a good sport about them, although he seems to prefer to run everywhere with them. Our five year old nephew, Jack would be proud. When we went snowshoeing as a family over Christmas, Jack brought his wonderful imagination with him and put his “fast boots” on to keep up with us. When he started getting tired, he’d tell us they were running out of batteries, and we’d encourage him to keep going by convincing him we found new batteries. So, here’s Spartacus in his very own “fast boots”
Spartacus and his new “fast boots
We also had a bit of a sleep over with our dear friends’ dog Gypsy while they were out of town for business for a few days. Gypsy is a frequent visitor of our house, and has stayed with us several times but this time was an experience we haven’t had before! Our indoor cat, Dora gets a long quite well with Spartacus, even plays with him on occasion. She’s not a fan of any visiting dogs though, as we’ve watched a few that have had very poor cat manners. Gypsy isn’t one of those dogs though. She is interested in the cats until they look at her, at which time she promptly changes direction of travel and avoids eye contact. The last several times Gypsy’s been with us, Dora has gotten rather brave, even following her around. This latest time, however, she seemed to gain a whole new sense of confidence when she smelled Gypsy’s fear of her and spent two days straight down-right terrorizing poor Gypsy.
I knew this visit would be different when I got home from work to let Gypsy out (her owners dropped her off and crated her while I was at work) and she followed me into the bathroom. A few seconds later, Dora appeared in the doorway…and there she stayed…staring at the dog with that crazy cat look in her eyes. She was on a power trip, and a TERRIBLE hostess!
The Feline Tyrant
Dora wouldn’t move from the doorway, and Gypsy wouldn’t go anywhere near her. I finally had to come to Gypsy’s rescue and chase Dora off. The evening continued much the same way. Gypsy quietly snoozed at my feet until Dora would appear out of no where, charge at her and Gypsy would go running, with Dora on her heels. If Gypsy started to walk around you could hear exactly when Dora would appear and she’d quickly come running back, with Dora on her heels assuming the charging bear stance, puffed up, running slightly at an angle. What’s that saying? Oh yeah, cat’s are jerks! Gypsy would resign to just laying as close to me as she could for protection. She’d stay there for 15 minutes or so, then suddenly get up and move away. When I’d start looking around, there Dora would be, creeping around the couch, chair, or coffee table, eyes fixed on Gypsy.
Please, save me!
Here, Gypsy joined me in the bathroom getting ready for work, and became trapped as Dora perched herself right in the doorway. Just staring at her, clearly knowing she was scaring the bejeezes out of the poor dog. Seriously, she’s such a jerk!
I honestly love my cats, but Dora is a serious jerk…