I had to start over with my blog today. I had written what I thought was a very good piece comparing heart people and head people. But when I walked away for a moment, the whole thing disappeared. Some days it feels like I have no control over my life, and even my computer proves that. Maybe the universe was saving me from myself. Who knows. Anyway, I'm going to write about something different - so there.
I have a problem. I was watching little Dash play by himself this morning, and I thought it would be nice for him to have another Aby to play with. (Babe, skip over this part.) I mean, he can't seem to engage the other cats in his type of play. He can be kind of rough, and the other guys like to sleep - a lot. They also don't enjoy his style of play. Translation: He is intense. Whether he's playing, eating or pooping, he does it all with panache.
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| Nobody wants to play with me... |
Playtime for Dash means chasing, wrestling, attacking - everything that involves stalking and killing your prey. If you're on the receiving end of that it can hurt. He has been hissed at so much there's spit everywhere.
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| Um, maybe this is why... |
At mealtime, everybody gets the same food and they have their own bowl in their special place. Dash doesn't care. He runs from bowl to bowl; claiming them all. The other guys just look at him like he's gone mad. I think it's the equivalent of the Garfield "sneeze on their food" trick or double dipping where nobody wants their food after he's slobbered on it - therefore he gets it all.
Have you ever seen a cat stand on their back legs to pee or poop? Well, our Dash does. He braces his front feet on the edge of the litter box and does his thing. It's interesting to say the least.
Life with Dash is not boring. The problem is, the other cats prefer boring. (Sigh)
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