I was woken by the wailing of the cat fight at the end
of the universe. From the volume and extra-added screaming, I
assumed that Thug (aka The Purring Death) had Piper cornered
somewhere, so I went to help. The further through the house I went,
the louder it got. Not so much cat fight at the end of the universe,
but the cat fight that ends the universe. Ginge had risen
from her (well, Oatmeal’s) cushion in front of the washing machine
and was dancing around, expressing her concern – make it stop, I
want to go back to sleep.
I carried on to the lounge – it wasn’t Piper, but
Squeak. I assumed Thug was on the other side, but I couldn’t
see, couldn’t get the right angle at the window. (Note to self –
on getting out of bed to investigate cat-fight, dress first.)
So there you have it, seven-thirty in the morning, end
of the universe and I haven’t had breakfast yet, or got my
underwear on. Ginge was right to be concerned. For some reason,
Squeak really loathes ginger cats, and like Piper, she can
spot a ginger cat by colour and doesn’t differentiate between Ginge
and Thug. Whichever one she is putting in their place, the screaming
and fury will just go on for ever. Or until the universe
finally gives up and ends.
Squeak is utterly unrelenting. When she has a go at
Ginge, it’s a relatively even match and Ginge resolves it by
running away. In fact, these days, Ginge won’t even come in to the
lounge. But Thug... that is a grudge match and a half.
Squeak pitches her two-thousand eight-hundred grams of raw whining
against his meagre seven kilos of lean mean violence machine. She
howls and wails, lunging without a care for her personal safety and
absolutely refuses to back down until he turns and runs. Or at least
saunters away. Whatever the mode of locomotion, Squeak stays at it
until he is absolutely out of sight. This is her window sill, and no
damned ginger cat is getting it.
That is the cat fight at the end of the universe.
OK, not quite the end. Just close enough to give a flavour.
The true end of the universe would be if they were both the
same side of the glass.
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| Thug, relaxing later on the new, luxury, body-hugging lap |
And now, a small update...
ReplyDeleteI was wrong. Really, really wrong.
We had the window open this morning - Squeak doesn't go out much, but if the window is open on a nice day, she takes a stroll outside. Neither of us checked to see if Thug was around.
Squeak was wedged between us on the sofa (why does she do that?) and she started growling. I looked down, saw a cat, and thought Ginge had made a rare appearance in the lounge, but no, Thug had come in through the window, ready for a proper showdown with no glass in the way. He took another few steps and Squeak went from growling to howling... Thug did a quick U-turn and a fast nonchalant stroll away.
I seriously did not expect that.