Whose Bed is it Anyway?
August 15, 2005
Starring...
Maverick - 9 weeks ~ Doug - 2 years
We went to the dog park today, and that was very exciting. When we got home, Lil' Mav was all tired out and found a Doug in his bed when he went to take a nap. Not a big deal - after all, it's got to be more comfy than sleeping with Lily. Well, Mr. Doug did not feel the same way.
Despite Maverick's best efforts at negotiating bed space, Doug was unwilling to compromise.
Round 1 goes to Doug.
Maverick then tried a couple of new tactics, tail-pulling and puppy-dog-eyes. When even the begging didn't work, he decided a hostile takeover was necessary.
The battle that ensued involved a lot of wrestling and play-biting, which Douggie soon tired of. Maverick is victorious! (And not sleepy anymore.)
If you have not had the pleasure of a night or two in the McDevitt Hotel, you might not believe the following story. You have to understand that Doug is not your ordinary house cat. He has a few peculiar neurotic behaviors. For example, he is obsessive-compulsive about food or liquids in open containers--or worse, not in containers. He tries to bury these things.
So, the other day I was doing laundry, and I found a sock on the floor, soaked in pee. Now, the door to the laundry room is always closed, but it has a kitty door. Since the cats are the only animals that go in there, and I can't imagine one of them peeing on a sock, I was very confused. Later on, I heard some scratching in the kitchen and went to investigate. Before I got there, I saw Doug run by with a pee-soaked sock in his mouth, and jump through the kitty door into the laundry room. Sure enough, there was remnants of a puppy mess in the kitchen. It turns out that Doug has been using socks to clean up puppy puddles.
If you think this is crazy, here's some more info. First, Iris is obsessed with socks. Sometimes, she gets the crazies, and carries socks all over the house. That's where the sock supply is coming from. Second, the litter boxes are in the laundry room, so it is also the kitty bathroom. If you were a kitty, and you wanted to get rid of some pee, wouldn't you bring it to the kitty bathroom? It makes sense after all.
OK, I wasn't going to illustrate this story. But as I was writing it, Mav got up from his nap and ran for the door ...and didn't quite make it. There weren't any socks handy so I put some paper towels down for Doug, who was a little stressed about it. Now do you believe me?
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