Both Beloved and the dog looked guilty.
I had taken the cat out of the bedroom, growling and spitting, so she could have a break (and go potty). Treble, the visiting three year old career-changed former guide dog puppy, didn’t worry much about the cat, but MaeMae was not thrilled with an untethered dog wandering around.
So as I took her out, I closed the bedroom door so Treble couldn’t follow us and MaeMae could go out in peace. When I returned, Treble was laying in my spot, head up against Beloved.
Me: seriously?
Beloved: I tried to get him out of bed, but he wouldn’t go…
Uh, huh. The HELL she did. I have photographic evidence to the contrary…
MaeMae, as usual, is unhappy. She’s only just recovered from Coco’s departure – Coco’s dad is now back home with his pupper. MaeMae had a week of being an only cat, and now we’re puppy sitting for about a week.
Cat: A horse. A horse! That beast is freaking enormous! It’s paws are the size of my head. How the hell are you gonna crate him??
Beloved: he went in the crate. He fit, but he didn’t stay in it.
Me: what percentage of his carcass was actually INSIDE the wire crate? Did he accordion himself in there? How many limbs were poking out?
Cat: who cares? As long as he’s caged, it’s all good.
Dog: I care
Cat: Nobody asked you.
Me: when, exactly, are you going to be polite to our guests?
Dog: hey man, it’s cool cats don’t always like dogs I’m good with them though but you know I live with a cat that doesn’t like a dog I just give her plenty room It’s all good
me: really?
Dog: yeah why wouldn’t I give her room I don’t want no scratch It’s all good
Cat: you… You know I’m a cat?
Dog: what you trans you’re a squirrel or something it’s cool I can call you a squirrel do you like nuts I like nuts
Cat, speechless for once…
Dog: all good squirrelcat.
Cat, instantly furious: NOT. A. SQUIRREL.
Dog: oh okay cool my bad
Examining Misadventures 