I came home from church Sunday morning expecting to find my poor, sick husband sprawled out on the bed, where he had been resting all morning. Instead, I found this:
Apparently while I was gone, the CPA had decided that it was time for an intervention on behalf of our furry little friends – Sophie and Oscar. As you may remember, Sophie has been with me for 10 years while Oscar is a much more recent addition. Therefore, Sophie spends a lot of her time reminding Oscar of this, in the form of hisses and paw swipes. It’s quite sad, really, because Oscar obviously just wants to play with her and other than a few little barks in her direction, he’s never harmed a single black fur on her head.
Which is why the CPA put her in Oscar’s crate for a little quality one-on-one time together. I think he figured that the time would do them both good and they could work out their differences, cat to dog. They had been in the crate like this for about an hour when I came in. As soon as she saw me, Sophie began making the sound that she normally only reserves for trips to the vet. It’s a cross between a “someone-is-stabbing-me” and “please-just-put-me-out-of-my-misery” meow. It’s not a pleasant sound. I think you can see by the look on her face just how displeased she was with the situation.
Oscar, on the other hand, seemed to be rolling his eyes and doing his best to ignore her.
He simply does not understand why this other animal is so upset with him – is it a female thing or a cat thing? Poor guy, I feel for him, really I do. But I have to admit that when I saw them together, Oscar looking oblivious and Sophie looking annoyed, I couldn’t help but laugh. And instead of letting them out of the crate, I ran and grabbed my camera. I figured this might be the only opportunity to document the two of them together, so it was now or never.
Once the pictures were done, we opened the crate door. Oscar bounded out, his usual cheerful, energetic self. Sophie, on the other hand, warily crept out, throwing daggers with her yellow eyes and making one last hiss for good measure.
This little incident made me wonder, and not for the first time, why it is that cats and dogs fight like they do. Is it something that is inherently part of their DNA? Or is it a result of bad experiences or memories they had as a kitten or puppy? There’s got to be some hidden reason as to why these animals can’t be in the same room together. Until I figure it out or until we get them pet therapy (kidding) I guess it’s back to the occasional hissing and barking for Oscar and Sophie.
Ahhh… my furry little friends, can’t we all just get along?
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