“Your cat will never threaten your popularity by barking at three in the morning. He won't attack the mailman or eat the drapes, although he may climb the drapes to see how the room looks from the ceiling." ~ Helen Powers
Cats are funny creatures. I have a cat. His name is Charlie. He is a tiny little thing and doesn't weight more than ten pounds. He has the most adorable little furry face. He catches mice (when he wants to), ferociously pounces on moths (and sometimes eats them), likes to roll around on peoples smelly shoes (not sure why that is...), and generally just sit around looking fabulous. In short, I love him.
This will probably sound unrelated, initially, but I recently moved. I am living with a friend of mine, about 10 minutes (okay, not even ten minutes) from my parents house. The change of pace has been lovely for me. But my roommate has two small Pomeranian dogs... Okay, now it comes back to my cat. I left my cat at my parents house because I wasn't sure if the dogs would be able to handle me AND my cat all at once. So, I moved in by myself with the promise of bringing Charlie at a later date.
That date finally arrived! A week and a half ago, I moved Charlie in with me. It was quite an event. He hid under the bed and wouldn't come out, at first. Then he came out and walked around in the dining room 'til one of the dogs barked his way and then he couldn't get out of there fast enough!!
So for the last eleven days, I have been watching these two polar opposite species butt heads. Banjo will sniff his way into my room and peek under the bed, at which point, Charlie will hiss and Banjo will run out. It's like a routine by now. A dance where each one knows the steps by heart. But I'm noticing little changes that make me hopeful that at some point, the lion and the lamb will lie down together.
For example, yesterday Banjo sauntered into the room and Charlie meowed, but remained under the bed and there was no hissing! Whoa! Then later, Charlie ventured out into the dining room. I told him (because of course he understands me, right?) "You better watch out. I think you probably don't want to go out that far." and he must have understood me because no sooner did the words cross my lips than he hightailed it outta there! haha Lolo's the smart one in this case since he just sits back and watches. Or maybe he's just not brave because he rarely comes into the room where Charlie is. He stands by the door and sniffs occasionally, but other than that, he keeps his distance.
That's not much progress you might say, but it is progress nonetheless, so... I'll take it. ;)
