It was asking too much.
After a round of hissing, a few left jabs and one serious right hook--this is where they've settled.
It was really just asking too much.
...And in other breaking cat news: At 3:27 a.m. as I slept on my side toward the edge of the bed with my face toward the wall, I was startled awake by 12 pounds of Oliver as he jumped up onto the bed and landed 100% on my head. You must understand that jumping up when you are 12 pounds and 8 months old is not easy. I am just singing hallelujah that he has no front claws or I would look like one of those slasher movie people. It was the scariest thing I've been through in a while. Now back to your regularly scheduled blog...
All of you fun internet friends gave me so much to think about in your analysis of what might have transpired yesterday with the cats.
Do they do this when we leave?
Do they know it is Christmas?
Were they plotting against us? The dogs?
Stay tuned. I am afraid this is far from over.