Merlin was being subjected to the shame of having his claws clipped. This required wrapping him in a bathsheet (NOT a towel -- too small). Then, I'd hold him immobile (difficult) while another brave, and gloved, human clipped his claws.
That was when the Weimeraner walked by. Merlin went still, stared at the Weimeraner who regarded him during his humiliation until he was released from the towel, and then flung himself at the dog, who was certain he was about to be devoured by a cat about a quarter his size.
He did a similar thing, while sitting next to me on a couch, when a Belgian shepherd came up to me and put his head on my knee (Belgians are about 80 pounds). Then the dog walked over to the window.
Merlin thought about this: you could see the thoughts passing in his wicked green eyes. Then, quite composedly, he got up, walked over to the dog, and whacked him, fore and aft, on the nose, as if to say "that's MINE."
What he did to dates and armchairs and shoes...there is a reason why I didn't get another cat after he went home to Bast.
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Date: 2007-03-06 05:23 pm (UTC)Merlin was being subjected to the shame of having his claws clipped. This required wrapping him in a bathsheet (NOT a towel -- too small). Then, I'd hold him immobile (difficult) while another brave, and gloved, human clipped his claws.
That was when the Weimeraner walked by. Merlin went still, stared at the Weimeraner who regarded him during his humiliation until he was released from the towel, and then flung himself at the dog, who was certain he was about to be devoured by a cat about a quarter his size.
He did a similar thing, while sitting next to me on a couch, when a Belgian shepherd came up to me and put his head on my knee (Belgians are about 80 pounds). Then the dog walked over to the window.
Merlin thought about this: you could see the thoughts passing in his wicked green eyes. Then, quite composedly, he got up, walked over to the dog, and whacked him, fore and aft, on the nose, as if to say "that's MINE."
What he did to dates and armchairs and shoes...there is a reason why I didn't get another cat after he went home to Bast.