Wanderlost
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So things were pretty quiet last night and early this morning. Scrappy ignored the cats, and while they glared at her, they didn't do anything. We put her in the spare bedroom for the night and all was fine.
This morning, while I was at the gym, things got a bit dicey. Scrappy had been outside, and when she came to the door, Alex shot out and landed on top of her, riding her like a pony. Then Spot joined in, but he attacked WLToo. WLToo broke away, grabbed the hose, and wet everyone down to break it up.
Scrappy came inside and laid in her favorite spot under the dining table. By the time I got home, Spot and Alex were laying on coffee table and carpet, glaring at her.
Imagine the "church lady" from one of the weekend comedy improv shows, with pursed lips. That's exactly what Spot looked like, and how a cat can do the disapproving pursed lips face, I do not know.
WLToo noticed blood drops on the floor. Sure enough, someone (we think Scrappy) was dripping blood for a while. By the time we found it, all drops were dry and she doesn't act like she's injured. Spot acted oddly for a while, refusing to eat his lunchtime treats (he NEVER refuses treats), but since he'd not been where Scrappy was laying, we knew it wasn't his blood. Checked him anyway, and he's fine. He finally ate his treats, but long after Alex had inhaled his own.
As of right now, Alex is on top of the upper kitchen cabinets, Spot is on the bedroom dresser (both want to be high up), and Scrappy is in the music room. All is quiet again.
I hope my sister comes soon...too much excitement around here. Poor Scrappy -- nothing is her fault, she's just visiting a house where the cats literally hate dogs. Sigh.
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CA POPPY
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Poor Scrappy, I'll bet she caught a claw on her nose. A couple licks would take away the evidence.
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Wanderlost
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No sign of anything on her snout. I think it's on her shoulder, but she's a little wary of everyone at the moment, so I can't verify it just yet. When Sister gets here later, she can check her out.
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Wanderlost
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So things went just fine until about 5:00 pm. WLToo asked Scrappy if she wanted to go outside. In the big room, Spot was "guarding" one door, Alex the other, so WLToo picked her up to carry her into another room with a door.
At that point, Alex went psycho and charged WLToo (how DARE he pick up a goggie!!!). He got into the room and kicked the door shut, but it didn't close all the way, so Alex got inside and jumped on top of poor little Scrappy. Spot charged in and attacked WLToo when he grabbed Alex. I opened the door fully and Spot whirled around and attacked me, thinking I was going after Alex, too. We finally got both cats out of the room and let Scrappy go outside, where she decided to leave.
We didn't know that initially, being a little occupied pouring hydrogen peroxide on each other's bites and scratches. When we realized she was no longer sitting on the porch, we put on the waffle stompers and jeans, and roamed all over the property, looking under every tree and bush to see if she was hiding from us. Nothing. She'd gotten out the gate and was gone.
I called Sister and told her Scrappy had done a runner. She wasn't too concerned. Turns out this is a Scrappy modus operandi, but she always comes back. Sure enough, about 10 minutes before Sister arrived, Scrappy came back. She would not come near us, though, and charged Sister's car when she arrived. Nephew opened the back door and Scrappy literally flew into the car.
We won't be dogsitting anymore, least not as long as Alex is still alive. While cats and dog came out of the situation relatively unscathed, the two humans are a right mess.
Meanwhile, twin fawns were trapped in the meadow when we closed the gate and started the meadow search. They ran around in hysterics, and one almost got stuck between a power pole and the fence. It managed to free itself, but it's probably quite bruised. After Scrappy jumped into Sister's car, we opened the gate so the fawns could get out. Their mom was outside the fence and not particularly bothered by the dog in the meadow, but the twins were just plain nuts. It was a relief when they ran out the gate.
So all the deer are safe, Scrappy's gone home, the cats are asleep, and the humans need to check each other's wounds and go to bed.
What a long day. Later, y'all.
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CA POPPY
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Well, Spot and Alex are the WORST doggie Bed & Breakfast hosts I have ever heard of! Yikes! Hope you heal quickly. Glad scrappy got out of there with most body parts intact.
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Wanderlost
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Sister reported that Scrappy is seriously not happy. Seems when she got home, her best buddy and playmate, a ginger cat named Monty, was drunk on dried catnip. He was busy sniffing the catnip she's growing near the water dish (she really needs to put the catnip elsewhere), when Scrappy came to get a drink. The drunken sot hit her on the snout.
Today, Monty doesn't remember what he did, and can't understand why Scrappy wants nothing to do with him. She also refuses to have anything to do with her humans, either. Sister says Scrappy has never, ever acted this way in her fourteen doggie years.
Sister also reported that she looked in the backyard and saw Scrappy. Thinking she'd been outside far too long -- and one of the nephews was probably going to be in trouble -- she stepped into the backyard in her jammies. Well, the dog was not Scrappy. She's a dead ringer, though.
Sister looked to see if the fence had been dug under. Nope. The gate was properly closed and latched. Hmmm. Maybe the neighbors saw this dog, thought it was Scrappy doing another runner, and put her in the backyard.
Then she heard a voice over the fence. Her new next door neighbor was in his back yard -- in his underwear -- and asked if his dog was in her yard. She said, well, it wasn't her dog. The guy called "Jenny!" and the dog's ears perked up. Then she flew over the top of the stockade fence like it wasn't there. Wow. He apologized for his steeplechasing dog, and she said it was ok, that Scrappy would like a doggy playmate.
Looks like if Scrappy continues to refuse to play with Monty, she'll have Jenny as her new BFF.
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CA POPPY
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Oh, poor Scrappy! It must all be like a bad movie. What blow will be next to her doggie sense of security? She may be traumatized for life. It sounds like Jr High School.
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WLToo was just looking at all his wounds and muttering, "Never bring a dog to a cat fight..."
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Scrappy needs some L-tryptophan and pheremones for a few days....
If you have to get your cats around dogs again, I think I'd consider an e-collar. I used one once on Boo.... hated to zap him but he had to stop. And stop he did.
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Sister reports Scrappy is over being mad at her humans, but is still rather testy toward the three cats who've lived with her all their lives. Her BFF, Monty, is still puzzled and a bit hurt that she won't play with him.
As for putting a collar on Alex? Every attempt was a major failure throughout his life -- lots of interesting stories of how he escaped every single collar. So he's chipped, but is mostly a housecat.
No, we've decided we'll not be in the dogsitting business as long as Alex is still with us. After leaping up on Scrappy's back, while WLToo was holding her, Alex has been a little sore. That high a leap at his age came back to haunt him.
Meanwhile, no sign of Mama Doe Lassie since Saturday. She's probably watching to be sure the dog is really gone. Her three bucks were playing chase in the meadow this morning.
It's so hot that everything has gone to ground. Very little movement except early in the morning and after sunset, and even after sunset it's danged hot. Highs in the 100s and lows in the upper 70s/low 80s means everything moves very slowly and only to get into the next shady spot. Luckily, we have a bit of a breeze, so wetting ourselves in the pool and sitting in the breeze is pleasant.
In fact, that sounds like a good idea. Later, y'all.
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