The kitties have been forced to stay inside for two weeks now, because we stupidly believed the pool company we hired, when they said they would get started on our pool refinishing - two weeks ago. Consequently, Eli, Fancy, Finn, Chance, Dash and Boo! are climbing the walls (literally) and taking it out on each other.
After breakfast, I heard a spat developing. It starts out as a protest screech and hiss then gradually heats up to a spitting, fur flying tussle. As I ran through the house to intervene, I had a pretty good idea which two were involved.
It was not Dash and Boo! who were sitting side by side, alert and following the black and white bodies flashing past, like they were watching a drag race. Okay, so that meant Fancy was one of the parties. That left three Ragdolls - and Chance was sitting next to the Abys - so it wasn't him. I doubted it was Finn. To be honest, I had a pretty good idea...
There, in the family room, in front of the couch, Eli was trying to hide under the coverlet. Fancy was standing over him, pointing his arm, in the gesture I've seen so many times, which says, "Dude! Why do you mess with me? I could kick your butt from here to tomorrow but I don't. Why? Because it would upset Mom."
As I intervened and asked Fancy to just walk away, he looked up at me and I could read his thoughts, "You know he started it? He's such an asshole." I had to agree but I still don't want him to get hurt. Fancy knows this.
Andy stayed home today to deal with the deck refinishing. He's eating breakfast and I can hear Rooney telling him in no uncertain terms she wants some of it. She used to be so quiet, then she found her voice - and it's loud! Very loud. If one didn't know her they would think she belongs in a Stephen King novel.
Despite occasional skirmishes, everybody does get along fairly well. Dash and Boo! are joined at the hip (yea!) Chance and Finn are a team. Fancy is my buddy and Eli - well, he likes to be left alone until he doesn't. Rooney loves everybody and Jack knows there will be hell to pay if he touches a whisker or a hair on anybody. I insist on harmony, dang it!
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