
Day 12: Still can't lick any of the things that are in desperate need of a good licking.
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I really don't know how they decide those things between each other. I can't tell you how many times I've made incorrect predictions about cat behavior. (I've even taken advanced classes on the subject. Yes, that's a thing, but it normally focuses more on cat/human interaction than cat/cat interaction.) Reminds me a bit of the early interaction between Min and my old cat Mara - Mara was the undisputed leader of the original brood, and while she wasn't a fighter, she would occasionally smack the other cats upside the head for no reason that I could ever see, but I guess it kept them in line. They were mostly related, and had all been together for 10+ years before I adopted Min. Min didn't want Mara's position, but she also refused to be intimidated, and Mara just didn't know what to do. They settled on completely ignoring one another - no tension, no drama, just pretending the other cat simply didn't exist. Cats are weird, but some humans could probably learn something from them.Avatar wrote: Harley and my She hate each other. Harley actively chases She away when She tries to come in, attacks her, etc.
For one thing, I can't believe that She runs from this little thing, who's not quite a year old. If you'd asked, I'd have said She would rip her to pieces.
It's funnier in the telling than the living.Linna Heartlistener wrote:That description of life with cats cracked me up, Av!
I tend to have a lot of patience for cats, but I'm not sure how I'd feel about that one. My cats don't go out, and in this neighborhood I'd be more likely to have raccoons and skunks invite themselves in. Back at my old place one day, I heard a voice saying "ME-OW" right outside my back door. It didn't sound like a cat; it sounded like a person who had maybe read about cats but never actually heard one. I finally went and had a look, and there was a cat sitting on the porch. He looked me in the eye and said "ME-OW", then shouldered his way past me into the kitchen where he proceeded to help himself to the nearest bowl of cat food while my own brood gawked at him from across the room. I wasn't really okay with that, so I shooed him out and gave him a handful of kibble to-go. Never figured out who he actually belonged to, but he didn't come around my door very often - probably unimpressed with my hospitality.Linna Heartlistener wrote:
Avatar- I'm seein' that.
Much funnier to read about it for 2 minutes, than to experience that all day, every day.
I wouldn't do too well with neighbor cats walking in and out of my house. Especially if they liked to attack my feet...
Her namesake was Mara of the Acoma from the Empire Trilogy. (Raymond E. Feist and Janny Wurts.)Linna Heartlistener wrote: Also, Sorus - "Mara" is one of my favorite names, partly because of a fictional character.
How didja end up naming her Mara? (if you named her.)