Cats and Dogs

When i was in South America last year, i left Mr. Pickles the Wonder Dog with my niece and her family for a couple weeks.  Hilarity ensued.  During his stay in the Trailer Park, he became attached to their Orange Cat.  Yes.  That was his name. 

Because Mr. P really enjoyed this cat – although not as much as he enjoyed being humped by his lesbitarian doggie cousins – it occurred to me that acquiring a pet for my dog might not be a bad idea.  i let my niece know that if they ever decided to get rid of Orange Cat, i’d be happy to take him.

A few months later i learned that Orange Cat had been taken for a drive in the country and abandoned.  He had started spraying, and rather than expend the energy to call me, it was easier to dump him.  Nice. 

Having expressed my disgust disappointment to the entire clan, my other niece (DQ’s step-sister, J) said they had a lovely orange kitty who might be looking for a home.  She and her partner, R, have quite a herd of felines – over two dozen at the time.  They work in veterinary care, and do a lot of kitty rescue operations, so it’s not like they’re just crazy cat lesbians or anything…

J began a subtle marketing campaign, sending me pictures of this little critter.  But what sold me?  They named him Huey Newton.  His sister was named Angela Davis.  Always a sucker for radical animals, i agreed to let Huey “visit” for a couple weeks – to make sure he’d be happy, and that Mr. P could handle another critter in the household.

Cats really aren’t pack animals, and he’s perfectly happy doing his own thing.  Confidently exploring, he has no problem looking up at the dog – who outweighs him by 90 pounds – and whacking him in the snout when he gets a little too sproingy.  Mr. P has not been deterred, and continues in his efforts to “play”.  Huey isn’t impressed, but is a cuddly little fellow and seems to be enjoying himself…

We are still looking forward to “Hijinks”.  That’s what’s supposed to happen when cats and dogs live together.  Playful games, “clever cat messing with stupid dog” and all that stuff.  My niece assures me that it will happen in time…

 

As of this week, he’s become tolerant of the ‘doggie spit bath’.  He’s a keeper…