Cats and Dogs Living Together?
My cat has beef with my dog.
I’m depressed.
I know what you’re thinking: You’re questioning how a seemingly successful stay-at-home mom in beautiful South Carolina could be depressed. What could possibly be happening?
It has come to my attention that I don’t have it all. 😫
Here’s one thing (apart from a 14,000SF home, personal chef, sauna, chauffeur, working lightsaber, five or more acres, a washing machine that runs hot water, house cleaning knowledge, monster truck, neighbors with a yacht, country music recording contract. I could go on and on and on - whoops! Different post, sorry.) the one thing I don’t have is a friendship between my cat and my dog.
I honestly think it will not happen like it does EVERYWHERE on the interweb. Like this:
and even THIS, if you have the time.
A brief history.
We started out in 2012 with two cats. Both were in my home because my young daughter wanted a cat and we agreed a cat would be bad for the furniture but good for our kid. We went to the local humane society and found this little calico cat who had the cutest face and a broken tail, and her name was Abby.
My daughter immediately loved this cat. So we told the woman that we’d take her.
“Then you’ll have to take the other one,” she said nonchalantly.
“The other one?” I asked, and I saw the woman point into a cage on the ground. I looked in and saw this red tabby cat pushed so far up against the cage that he looked like this:
“That one?” I asked, hoping it was the wrong one.
“That one.” The woman said.
I gave my husband a concerned look, but then I saw smiling at my daughter and I knew the ONE was coming with us.
So, we got a couple of cat carriers and brought them home on the agreement that we would NEVER, EVER let them out.
Here’s the ONE, Mr. Pumpkin, scheming to get out after being in our house for a whole thirty seconds.
The resistance.
I don’t know why cats don’t see what we see in dogs. I don’t know if they see some moving bulldozer with the big teeth? Or there’s some history I don’t know about?
When our first dog, Shelly, came to us, both cats responded like this:
We now have another kitten and another dog. This is Kiwi. Looks cute, right?
And because I thought my oldest daughter would like working with a dog we brought home Dutch this past October.
Side note: I remember my husband saying something about not wanting children when we met… now look what he’s got! He’s much happier now than when he was single.😂
Do you think Kiwi likes Dutch? Oh, no. In fact, the cat enjoys sneaking up on him because, you know, Corgis have no idea what’s behind them because their behind them is way back there. And Kiwi knows that.
But maybe 🤔 I should appreciate what I don’t have? Maybe they would form an alliance. I mean, maybe it would be an alliance against me…like there would be cat and dog crime going on at all hours of the day and night.
Can you imagine?
This heist, right here, is happening in real time as I write this…😳
Cat (Yelling from ten feet away from the dog): Hey dog!
Dog: Huh? What?
Cat: Pssst Dog!
Dog: What… I’m trying to sleep…
Cat: What makes the world go around?
Dog says sleepily: You tell me.
Cat: Treats.
Dog: Some would say love.
Cat: It is love. Love of treats…
Dog, now interested: Easy to find the treats. Hard to get them out of a drawer.
Cat: Waal.. so it takes a little bit of thought.
Cat: You’ll have to keep watch while I get into that drawer.
Dog: How you gonna do that? And what do I do if they come?
Cat: Bark like you have to go outside. Speaking of that… why do you get to go outside?
Dog: It’s for personal reasons.
Cat: Just go sit on that human’s foot and she’ll pet you and won’t pay attention.
Dog: Okay.
I look down and see this:
Then I look up and see this:
I shake my head and think: Be careful what you wish for.
It’s a blessing and a curse :) thank you for reading!
You are hilarious!