Wednesday, June 23, 2010

When Worlds Collide


This is a story about my grand-dog and grand-cat. I had no idea how gifted my grand-animals were until I heard a cute story at lunch today.

The set up: The kids have had two cats for several years, a brother and sister. The female cat has a regular name, but they always call her Princess because of her high and mighty attitude. She looks down her nose at strangers and hides under the bedspread with her brother whenever someone enters their domain. Two years ago someone brought a Jack Russell Terrier into the office where Kristen works. The little guy was a couple of weeks old, the runt of the litter and missing a kneecap. She took the puppy home and they named him Tucker. The two cats hated him on sight. How dare they bring home this intruder into their world?! They have treated him with contempt from the moment he arrived.

In the beginning the kids fed Tucker premiere dog food, but after a while started feeding him whatever they found, not giving it a thought that he really didn’t seem to be eating right, was highly over-stimulated and barked all the time. This week Kristen picked up the same canned and dried premium dog food as they had fed him in the beginning and filled his bowl. He nearly attacked the food and licked the bowl clean. Kristen got to thinking maybe he’d been hungry all the time and that the premium food was probably the answer to his problems. The next evening Stanton mixed the canned food with some of the dried. Tucker picked every one of the dried pieces out and set them on the floor. No way was he going to lower himself to eat anything but the good stuff now that they were finally giving him what he demanded.

The finale: Princess was sitting on the table watching Tucker’s antics. She jumped down to where he ate, got in his face and hissed like she was telling him to get off his high horse, turned around, ran her tail across his face and returned to her perch. Tucker watched her leave and then ate every one of the dried pieces of food.



13 comments:

Donna Goode said...

I LOVE it, Paisley! Pets are so cute, each with his (or HER!) own little quirks. Our current cat, a Siamese, has the longest fangs you ever saw on a house cat. No joke! He looks like Siamese a throw-back to a sabre-toothed tiger! To emphasize the fact that he has them, he nips and bites people to show his love. Needless to say, we're sporting many scars to prove how well we're loved! Cat love is painful, is all I say. Then I use the squirt gun on him! Actually, I think I need a squirt CANNON!
I loved your post and got a nice morning chuckle. Thanks for sharing!
~Donna

Lee said...

Pets are what make our world go round. I have two cats that have a love hate relationship, but in the end, they stick together...
Lee
www.thenakedhero.com

Lu said...

We have two cats, a budgie, one surviving fish, and now six Rhode Island Red chicks. They're fun to watch.

Our cats get along great, play, chase, cuddle. But when the older female has had enough, she lets the young guy know in no uncertain terms, hehe.

The best cat story I have is from my childhood. We had a male Maine Coon, a lovely fellow. We went away for vacation, and for some reason we didn't take him like we usually do. When we got back two weeks later he methodically went from person to person and bit us all on the ankle! We learned our lesson, LOL!

Lu
www.luannanau.com

Sheila Tenold said...

Paisley, when a dog and a cat bond it's magical. Long ago my cat and dog were best buds. Brandy, the dog, and Soda, the cat, took care of each other. Soda would lick Brandy's face clean after meals...no dumbie here, getting the last bite. Outside, Brandy would shoo away wandering dogs to protect Soda. They slept near each other at night. And I miss them to this day.

Mona Risk said...

That is so cute. Good going Princess.

JACLYN said...

Paisley,

Absolutely precious.

I had a golden cat that I names Yoda. If I sat down to read, Yoda would climb up and lay on my stomach and chest and close her eyes and purr.
If I ignored her, she'd swart my face with her paw as if to say, "hey, I'm here, pat me."

Jaclyn

Stephanie Shackelford said...

Hilarious! I love to hear pet's antics.

Paisley Kirkpatrick said...

Thanks for your help, Mona, and for checking my blog out. :)

Paisley Kirkpatrick said...

We didn't have indoor pets when I grew up so I didn't get to enjoy how they become 'humanized' and demand attention. My daughter told me last night that Tucker is not eating because my son-in-law had his work hours changed and he's not there at the dinner hour to feed him. How sweet is that? He sits under Stanton's chair and waits for him to return.

Paisley Kirkpatrick said...

Thanks, Stephanie. I thought this was too cute not to share.

Jill James said...

I love pet stories. I had a cat named Sylvester, a Himylaian (sp?) Think long-haired Siamese. He was absurdly large. 35 pounds in the winter. We took him on our cross-country vacations. When we walked him on his leash people would just stare. I think they thought he was a bobcat or lynx or something. LOL

Paisley Kirkpatrick said...

That's a good-sized cat. I can't remember ever seeing a cat on a leash.

Thanks for sharing your story.

Joanne said...

Sweet story, Paisley. I love animals, although my DH is allergic to them.