Monday, July 2, 2001 * Molly and the Devils... Guess I'd better tell this story. As you know (or you should know if you've been around cats much), cats do speak. It's a form of telepathy through their eyes. A cat can plant itself in your face and stare at you until you do it's bidding. ( and Teela, for as small as she is, has quite a strong vocabulary!) Some can be very vocal too. Molly is one of these. She's a torti and it's probably the Siamese in her that causes this. Anyway, she's taken quite an objection to Rambling Rose. Rose tends to hang around the back patio, lying about just outside the french doors which connect the patio to the kitchen. Molly, Thibbadeaux, and Teela have taken to watching her through the doors morning, noon, and night. It's better than T.V. If we're looking for any of the cats, we know where to find them. Thibs is fascinated, Teela is curious, and Molly is just plain pissed. She jumps the door swatting it with her paws, hisses and makes awful sounds that upset Thibs. Rose totally ignores her. Sometimes she even rolls over and lays against the door - which infuriates Molly. Anyway we were all (people persons) sitting in the den and we heard this horrendous howling sound (that we recognized as "cat fury"). But none of our own cats have ever made this sound. Then we heard this cat tuffle, rough and tumble, squalling noise (this we have heard before). So we all rush into the kitchen. It seems that Rambling Rose had invited a guest for dinner. The Black Demon Cat was eating out of Rose's bowl on the patio. Molly couldn't stand it! As Rose lay quietly under the wicker sofa and the Black Cat ate, Molly went bezerk! This was the cat fury we heard. Then the cat tuffle came when Thibbadeaux couldn't handle Molly making that sound, so he decided to thrash her. Later, lying quietly in bed, Molly explained to me with her eyes and her yowls that Rose and that Black Cat were Devils. They really were. She had to protect us since no one else recognized this fact. After much petting and assurance on my part that she was loved and that although I wasn't sure about the devil part, I did realize that Rose was a ditz and a flake - but she needed a home and we should be nice to her. As for the Black Demon Cat, he's been around for a long time and doesn't usually cause any trouble. We could let him have a meal now and then. It was OK... So, alls quiet on the front (or should I say on the back) at the moment. We have to take it a day at a time... but I'm pretty sure it'll all sort itself out. Rian |
From Dawn to Dusk... the journal (of the white horse) |
Monday, July 2, 2001 * Molly and the Devils... Guess I'd better tell this story. As you know (or you should know if you've been around cats much), cats do speak. It's a form of telepathy through their eyes. A cat can plant itself in your face and stare at you until you do it's bidding. ( and Teela, for as small as she is, has quite a strong vocabulary!) Some can be very vocal too. Molly is one of these. She's a torti and it's probably the Siamese in her that causes this. Anyway, she's taken quite an objection to Rambling Rose. Rose tends to hang around the back patio, lying about just outside the french doors which connect the patio to the kitchen. Molly, Thibbadeaux, and Teela have taken to watching her through the doors morning, noon, and night. It's better than T.V. If we're looking for any of the cats, we know where to find them. Thibs is fascinated, Teela is curious, and Molly is just plain pissed. She jumps the door swatting it with her paws, hisses and makes awful sounds that upset Thibs. Rose totally ignores her. Sometimes she even rolls over and lays against the door - which infuriates Molly. Anyway we were all (people persons) sitting in the den and we heard this horrendous howling sound (that we recognized as "cat fury"). But none of our own cats have ever made this sound. Then we heard this cat tuffle, rough and tumble, squalling noise (this we have heard before). So we all rush into the kitchen. It seems that Rambling Rose had invited a guest for dinner. The Black Demon Cat was eating out of Rose's bowl on the patio. Molly couldn't stand it! As Rose lay quietly under the wicker sofa and the Black Cat ate, Molly went bezerk! This was the cat fury we heard. Then the cat tuffle came when Thibbadeaux couldn't handle Molly making that sound, so he decided to thrash her. Later, lying quietly in bed, Molly explained to me with her eyes and her yowls that Rose and that Black Cat were Devils. They really were. She had to protect us since no one else recognized this fact. After much petting and assurance on my part that she was loved and that although I wasn't sure about the devil part, I did realize that Rose was a ditz and a flake - but she needed a home and we should be nice to her. As for the Black Demon Cat, he's been around for a long time and doesn't usually cause any trouble. We could let him have a meal now and then. It was OK... So, alls quiet on the front (or should I say on the back) at the moment. We have to take it a day at a time... but I'm pretty sure it'll all sort itself out. Rian |
