...and a Sid-rep

[lizwilliams]

Sid, meanwhile, has discovered that there is Another Person in the household. Perhaps two other People - real ones, with tails, not apes or dogs.

Due to the fact that the two other cats live in the tack room, Sid hasn't encountered them properly, although he knows they're there. Last night, however, Cobweb got shut out of the tack room and met Sid face to face in the kitchen. Cobweb did an impersonation of a powder puff that's been attached to a bellows (WHOOOMF!). Sid's eyes grew huge and black and he said 'Fehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' Then he ran away.

So...this is a cat who will happily take on a Rottweiler (he clawed her hind quarters this morning, unprovoked), but who will run from a middle-aged lady cat. Go figure.

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[gigica.livejournal.com]

Sid's no dummy, it appears. It's a good thing he has a bit of respect for his elders. And so sorry that your Giant Guard Dog of Doom is getting her butt handed to her on a plate by a kitty.

*giggle*

[mevennen.livejournal.com]

I quote: "But why won't he be my FRIEND?"

She really is quite pathetic.

[greeneyedkzin.livejournal.com]

Because she's a DOG.

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.

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

I had a Chesapeake Bay Retriever with the same problem. She'd been raised with cats and couldn't understand it when the new tom wouldn't have anything to do with the 90 pound bundle of energy.

[greeneyedkzin.livejournal.com]

I have a scar on my lip from the time when I was the size and weight of a standing Chesapeake Bay Retriever who thought he could waltz with me. He leapt and raised his paws to put them on my shoulders, but being not the sharpest scalpel on the tray, got my lip instead.

NICE dog. Dumb, but nice.

[juliabk.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, Penny was very sweet and very loyal and also not the sharpest knife in the drawer. In her mind, anyone *outside* her fence was a bad guy. Anyone *inside* her fence was her best bud. The poor meter readers were always sorta taken aback when six-year-old me would go out and hold her collar while they read the meter. :-)