Okay, I can officially report that World War III has started, in my house at least.
We have two cats in the house. The girl, Lola (above), has been here for several years. She likes her own space. The boy, Reuben (below), has been here since last year, although he’s older than that. For some reason, my daughter took him in. She couldn’t look after him, so asked if we would take him. He’s ever so friendly, with an incredibly loud purr at any excuse. Unsurprisingly, we fell in love with him. He also happens to be enormous!
The two cats don’t particularly get on with one another. She hisses when he gets too close. Mostly he’s not interested, but if he’s in the mood he’ll chase her. He’s twice her size. But the funny thing is, they have learned to co-exist.
This week, my wife has gone away on holiday for a short break. I didn’t go with her because I wanted to stay here. So, she invited my daughter.
Daughter arrived last night. Complete with her cat. Yes, I’m cat-sitting for the week.
Hence World War III! I wouldn’t mind, my daughter’s cat is only a youngster, but seems very feisty. My two just want to get on with life, but daughter’s seems to want a fight.
No cat-blows yet, but plenty of hissing from the girls, and I have been scratched for my trouble. Fortunately, the boy is keeping out, although he’s generally very nocturnal, so is probably asleep somewhere. It’s just as well, he’d eat this other cat for breakfast, and still want more!
The added complication is that because my daughter’s cat doesn’t know the area, I’m going to try and keep her in the house all week. However, the other two use a cat flap, they come and go as they please. I’m hoping it takes the usurper more than a week to work out how it works!So, this is going to be me until Friday. Wish me luck!