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He’s Just Not that Into You

July 2, 2008

I’ve been having a hard time convincing the kitties that their new doggy brother, G, is frankly just not that into them. They have put on quite the show for him, too: hissing, doing the Halloween cat, glowering at him. But, bless his Golden little heart, he could care less. He gives them a wide berth and heads in search of his peeps for a head scratch and general adoration.

The kitties, however, watch him like a hawk. Their eyes narrow whenever he lumbers near them and they peer imperiously from up on high at this shaggy four-legged creature in their midst. When they do deign to come down from their perch in search of sustinance, they mew at him as if to say, “I know what you are and I’m not going to let you get anywhere near me.” G, for his part, just kind of looks at them, maybe takes a tentative sniff and then looks at me as if to say, “what is their problem?” Oh, G, I could write a book on that one.

G, however, is not a push over by any means. The other morning I was sprawled over the bed since Mr. X had since departed for work and I was enjoying my extra 20 minutes of bed dominance. G was issuing large sighs at the foot the bed but then made a loud, “rrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmphhh” noise while quickly getting to this feet. My first thought on hearing this was, “This is not good.”

I got out of bed to inspect that all limbs and fur were intact on both sides of the Animal Kingdom. Everyone appeared to be intact, although the kitties were standing in the doorway, backs arched with large puffed tails and very, very wide eyes. I knew pretty quickly what had transpired. They tried to sneak up on G and he had very plainly stated that this was not allowed. The kitties retreated to the safety of the top of the kitchen cabinets and G just went about his day. They must have either forgiven him or were driven past their fear by hunger, because they began to mouthily indicate that it was time for dinner as usual and ate with gusto.

I suspect in a few weeks, G will be as much of a novelty to them as we are: not much more than furniture upon which they may drape themselves or otherwise climb over. It’s not such a bad life, G.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Shinejil permalink
    July 2, 2008 4:52 pm

    G’s got the right attitude. If only I could learn to stare unimpressed at any back-arching, spitting cats that I encounter…

  2. JellyBelly permalink
    July 2, 2008 10:23 pm

    G sounds like a wise little doggy. hopefully the kitty cats learn how to share sooner rather than later!

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