Pet wars

During the warm summer months, Abbie (the cat) chooses to sleep in open windows or on my bed. Her love affair with the new-ish lamb fleece dog bed (in my room) is over until cooler weather. However, that does not mean she has adjusted her thinking in terms of ownership. The bed is still hers and that’s final.

That’s where my mistake began. I told Terry she could sleep on it since no one else was. She gave it thorough sniffing and looked at me as if maybe I was crazy for thinking she should sleep on a bed with cat hairs on it. But she thought about it for a minute or two and threw caution to the wind. As far as she was concerned, it was hers now.

That really upset Abbie’s happy kitty world. She walked into my room this morning and stopped in her tracks when she saw Terry sleeping on HER bed. Her back arched and her tail grew rather puffy. Not a good sign of things to come.

I noticed just a while ago that my darling little cat peed on it sometime this afternoon. Terry won’t get back on it and I’m sure Abbie is chortling her head off wherever she is right now. Another item to be washed. I will not make that mistake again. Aren’t pets grand?