Friday, August 4, 2023

Plotting for world domination

We shall fight on the beaches ... since der Dekan seems to have the goal to eat until he looks like Churchill, it seems rather appropriate to borrow from his famous speech.
In fact, however, we shall not only fight on the beaches, but on land and water which is the reason for us inviting my friend, the shark, to this little meeting.

We tried to make it look harmless, but something in Mom's eyes told me she didn't trust the peace. Der Dekan, who for good reason is the muscle (and belly!) of the operation while I am obviously the brain, came a little too close. He sat on me!
I could either get up right away and hiss at him or look extremely cute to make Mom think I have finally learned to tolerate the little creep. I opted for a mix of the two. For ten, fifteen minutes, I was cute while cursing den Dekan on the inside. I do have to admit, however, that he didn't play his part too badly. There were no stupid attempts to bite my neck or lick my ears, and no slap attacks.
Well, and Bruce - all sharks in this house are called Bruce - has been a cool dude from the very start.

When I finally decided we had had a good first meeting and needed to split to keep it believable, I gave him one short hiss and he got up and walked away, just like that.
Now if Mom weren't such an extremely suspicious woman! I guess it has to do with all those years of cats around here.

No worries, though. We can lurk for a very long time until we finally pounce.
We've got this!






P.S. I don't care much for Mom calling us The Gang now, though ...

5 comments:

  1. I live with one cat, Greg. I've been thinking about getting another so he will have someone to play with, but worried that he will react in the same manner yours has.

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    1. Two cats are always better, even if one is a dirty little punk!

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    2. Seriously, it was rare that I thought a cat would probably have been happier alone, and I have been living with cats for more than 30 years.
      Gundel needed a while to get used to des Dekan's shenanigans, but it is much better for both of them to have feline-feline interaction as the interaction with me. And Gundel was older than I remember Greg to be from your posts plus she had been living in the street and was sick, so I don't know what kind of experiences she had with cats.
      Der Dekan is a wild one, but now, at two years old, he has also learned to calm down.
      You can never be sure about them plotting your demise, though! ;-)

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  2. Is that the perspective or Dekan is that... huge? Ayyway, a short hiss puts things in place :)

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    1. He is the belly after all ....
      But no, it's perspective because I was mostly curled up and hidden behind him and he stretched into the room (he's still the belly, though.).

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