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I thought there was no better entertainment than two cats, but was wrong. There's no better entertainment than watching two non-dominant cats try to establish a pecking order.
Rodney and Sammi have staked out territories in two rooms -- Sammi in my bedroom and Rodney in the "sun room," which is only not classified as a bedroom because it has no closet. Rodney is perpetually on guard in the living room, hissing at Sammi every time she pokes her head out.
Sammi has begun to figure out Rodney's as much scared as pissed at the invasion of 'his' territory (somewhere, Veronica is laughing her ass off and Elmer is looking bored by the whole thing;) and has began to stroll out into the hallway that separates the bedroom/bathroom portion of the apartment from the living room/kitchen. She'll stare at Sir Hissy Fit for awhile, then flop onto her side and start washing an armpit.
Is that the cat version of biting one's thumb, I wonder?
Rodney and Sammi have staked out territories in two rooms -- Sammi in my bedroom and Rodney in the "sun room," which is only not classified as a bedroom because it has no closet. Rodney is perpetually on guard in the living room, hissing at Sammi every time she pokes her head out.
Sammi has begun to figure out Rodney's as much scared as pissed at the invasion of 'his' territory (somewhere, Veronica is laughing her ass off and Elmer is looking bored by the whole thing;) and has began to stroll out into the hallway that separates the bedroom/bathroom portion of the apartment from the living room/kitchen. She'll stare at Sir Hissy Fit for awhile, then flop onto her side and start washing an armpit.
Is that the cat version of biting one's thumb, I wonder?
