Jacie and I had the brilliant plan to introduce furball (Salem the cat) and fluffball (Madori the dog) to each other this past weekend.
Background of Salem – he’s pretty much a dog. He follows you around, he curls up in your lap. He’s loyal and stupid. I’ve contemplated teaching him to fetch. He’s never been around other animals except at the humane society when I rescued him. He loves all people. We figured he’d love all animals too because as cute as he is.. he’s kinda dumb and he enjoys snuggling warm fuzzy things.
Well guess what… I actually own a cat. He was in fact not keen on having a puppy play date. He spent the first half of the evening hiding in the kitchen on top of the step stool (and yes I use that to get things out of the shelf – shut up I’m short). He glared at the dog. I think it was a combinations of “WTF is that that” and “I AM THE ONLY SMALL FURRY THING AROUND HERE.” Minor the occasional squeaky noises Madori made, she was cool with the whole situation. I do believe that the squeaks translate to “WE ARE AT ALLISON’S HOUSE, I LOVE ALLIOSN. CAN I EAT THE CAT FOOD. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IT’S SOOOOO TASTY!!”
Salem then moved from the kitchen and parked himself in the chair while Jacie, Madori and myself knitting and watched up in the air. My cat’s favorite place is next to me on the couch while knitting. It’s kitty mecca. Warm body and yarn draped across him. He wanted to be on the couch, but did not want to be near the dog.
Well apparently Salem also has the memory of a goldfish. Every 15 minutes or so he’d forget the dog was there, venture over to the couch. Get some pets from behind the couch, turn the corner as if to perch himself in the middle of the couch….and then he’d see the dog. And the growling (from the cat) would resume. He didn’t run away or swat at the dog. Just growling.. not so much hissing… so he still might be a dog/cat.
I eventually coaxed him into my lap, put the blanket over him and he purred contently. Out of sight, out of mind. Remove blanket… growling resumed.
This is where I left him this morning… on the dreary nasty rainy day that it is.
It’s such a rough life the kitty lives….