Cats vs Dogs…it’s the Dutch Man’s Fault!
As I sit here watching The Dutch Man walk around I have to ask myself “why?” When he first came into our lives, I was young and spry and loved everyone. I used to sleep on his chest and entertain him with the fabric mouse with the lovely scent of catnip. What happened? It wasn’t that Mother insisted on combining households. It’s that The Dutch Man brought those slobbering, barking, loud creatures into our lives.
Still, I tolerate him. Barely.
Cosmo and I had our heads together, wondering what we could do to let The Dutch Man know his place in this household. Poop in his shoe? Pee on his side of the bed? And then Cosmo had a brilliant idea, jumped down from our floral Ashley chair aka The Scratching Post, and promptly upchucked on the floor in the entry way to the master bedroom. Splendid.
Cosmo not only sacrificed his lunch, but he did so in a spot that The Dutch Man was bound to walk in on his way to bed. We were conveniently absent when his foot came into contact with Cosmo’s lunch, but we heard the yells, profanities, and we got the pleasure of listening to him clean it up.
What’s lovely about this little situation is that he can do nothing! He wouldn’t dare touch us knowing that Mother would have his head.
Now he knows that we have him. And we make a point of vomiting on the carpet every couple of weeks, taking turns (it’s only fair) so that he always remembers that this was first a feline household.