While the Love Interest's schedule remains hectic and unpredictable, there has been a significant increase in time spent at my house which has, in turn, meant that Q has also become a more frequent visitor. Butch's answer to this has been to spend more time at his various neighbourhood haunts, returning only for food and the opportunity to vent his spleen with a cacophony of outraged yowls - generally commencing at around 5.00am and being placated only be a session of quality lap sitting over my morning coffee.
Fang has taken a different approach.
The Love Interest and Q have been spending the weekend here, so she has set up residence in the bed in the guest room and is refusing to leave. I noticed her there on Friday morning, burrowed under the quilt with just eyes and ears protruding but thought that this was just a passing phase.
She was still there when I check on her at lunchtime ... and later in the evening ... and the following morning ...
I understand now that this is nothing less than the feline version of a protest movement. Think of suffragettes chaining themselves to the railings and you'll get the idea.
The message could not be clearer. Fang has taken a stand and will not be budged from her chosen location, even though Q has discovered it and periodically visits her only to be hissed at and otherwise made unwelcome. Being a dog, and therefore eternally optimistic, Q thinks it is a famous game and perseveres. Bring on the negotiators ...
The mexican standoff has now been going for almost 48 hours. I'll keep you posted ...
2 comments:
Perhaps it's a new diet strategy for Fat...er Fang?
Good on you Fang! YOU GO GIRL!!!!! Stand up for your rights. After all, whose house is it anyway?
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