So bummed. Today we brought home a dog from the doggie jail, a six month old mutt that’s half yellow Lab, quarter chocolate Lab, and quarter Pit Bull, with the only sign of the Pit in her appearance being her pink nose. She was a real sweetie, a love sponge, and appeared to be unconcerned about Miss Autumn Cat. Autumn wasn’t so sure about the whole thing, but obviously wanted to be friends. She was afraid though not afraid enough to run and hide. Instead she just got a little closer a little at a time, with her hackles up and ready to tangle if needed. That’s saying a lot about our twitchy cat’s desire to make friends — when the grandkids were here she just hid out until they left. She hissed and growled at first to let the dog know that she was not to be trifled with, but kept inching closer just the same. My attempt to introduce them left me bleeding from a kitty slash that runs along the full length of the inside of my right index finger. Ouch. It seemed best to let them settle it between themselves.
About an hour into it, the dog procured Autumn’s rubber duckie… a bit later Autumn got within two feet of it and the dog lunged at her. Well, shucks. The dog thinks it’s her toy now, so we’ll see what happens. Autumn only plays with the duck for a few seconds at a stretch anyway, bats it around a bit and then finds another toy that she likes better.
About 20 minutes ago the dog was lying on the sofa to my left, and Miss Awesome thought she’d give a try coming up on my right. The dog lunged at her again, and if I hadn’t caught her by the neck she might have got the cat. I moved her back, gave her a stern no, and she settled down. For about a minute. As soon as Autumn’s face appeared over the sofa cushion again the dog went for her again.
That aggressive possessiveness just will not stand. The dog is back in doggie jail now. Amethyst and I are bummed but Autumn is happy. One out of three ain’t bad.