Hissing Sid
Feb. 6th, 2007 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizwilliamsYesterday and most of today, we kept the intervening doors closed (in our house, this means Sid has a living room, dining room and hallway to himself). This evening, however, T let the dogs into the living room. Rather than hiding under the sofa, which he's been doing up until now, Sid remained on it.
Our Rottweiler went into what I can only call a state, of "You said you loved ME but now there's this black THING and you spent ALL DAY with him and now, I'm, I'm, I'm feeling REALLY INSECURE." At which point, she got on T's lap. She's 7 stone. But anyway, one dog and one cat on one not-huge sofa. Sid looked utterly appalled - the kind of expression an elderly colonel might assume when, during a quiet perusal of the Times in his club, he is suddenly interrupted by a really vulgar stripper.
I think she must have been disturbed because normally, she never comes into the living room when the fire is lit. You could see her thinking: FIRE! But...cat. FIRE! But...cat.
However, Sid did not do anything, despite being confronted by a large dog bottom. That's never good. Eventually Tara got down and lay on the floor. Sid Looked: Great Big Eyes (Tm). But he didn't run away. A little later, the Alsatian came in: he's much more clueless than the Rottweiler, ignored Sid, finally noticed there was a cat in the room and stuck his nose at Sid. Firecracker cat! Long arm lashes out, dog gives awful yell, runs around in circles ("Mum! He HIT me!"). Sid looks smug. Dog collapses onto rug, trembling.
Now both dogs are in their baskets (Alsatian still having a crisis) and Sid is on the sofa, purring away and occasionally flexing his feet.
Our Rottweiler went into what I can only call a state, of "You said you loved ME but now there's this black THING and you spent ALL DAY with him and now, I'm, I'm, I'm feeling REALLY INSECURE." At which point, she got on T's lap. She's 7 stone. But anyway, one dog and one cat on one not-huge sofa. Sid looked utterly appalled - the kind of expression an elderly colonel might assume when, during a quiet perusal of the Times in his club, he is suddenly interrupted by a really vulgar stripper.
I think she must have been disturbed because normally, she never comes into the living room when the fire is lit. You could see her thinking: FIRE! But...cat. FIRE! But...cat.
However, Sid did not do anything, despite being confronted by a large dog bottom. That's never good. Eventually Tara got down and lay on the floor. Sid Looked: Great Big Eyes (Tm). But he didn't run away. A little later, the Alsatian came in: he's much more clueless than the Rottweiler, ignored Sid, finally noticed there was a cat in the room and stuck his nose at Sid. Firecracker cat! Long arm lashes out, dog gives awful yell, runs around in circles ("Mum! He HIT me!"). Sid looks smug. Dog collapses onto rug, trembling.
Now both dogs are in their baskets (Alsatian still having a crisis) and Sid is on the sofa, purring away and occasionally flexing his feet.
