Friends, we’re calling Round One a complete success. This afternoon Teresa and I had the boys together for about an hour and a quarter. Threats and name-calling were exchanged only occasionally. No blood was spilled. Nobody hid. We actually caught Bugs having fun once or twice, before he remembered he was supposed to be laying down the law.
I must disclose in all honesty, though, that I sprayed Jackson’s Peacemaker floral remedy around so liberally, I need to order in another bottle. To the boys the place probably smelled like Saks Fifth Avenue.
It was all tremendously interesting. Fangie started out very deferential, respectful, submissive – but when Bugs pushed him further than he felt like going, he stood up for himself. That was when Teresa ordered the boys back into their corners, and Base Camp door was shut once more.
Just on what we saw today, then, it appears that Fangie will not be making a federal case of mouthing off with Bugs, and this is a wonderful good thing. But nor, on the other hand, does it appear he’ll turn into a downtrodden basket case. He seems to have just the right amount of character and experience and get-up-and-go. We got the feeling this bodes well for the future. But, friendly readers, we really want to hear how all this seems to you.
The first thing I did this morning, in preparation, was to bring out the bed from Fangie’s crate into Bugs’s territory. Bugs inspected it thoroughly –
Here is a semi-tense moment, the boys very close in, early in the proceedings.
Editor’s Note: A kind reader has subsequently pointed out that it should be specified who was tense. The being who was tense was not the cats. The being who was tense would have been the Bean. Just to clear that up.
In case you’re wondering, I don’t normally stow the blender by the door. This blender, however, is on its way out the door because it finally gave up the ghost, after thirty years of loyal service. In case you’re wondering what I use the blender for? For the cats, you sillies, you need to ask? For the sweet-potato-oatmeal base, you see. I’m very proud of a new Oxo food-mill I bought instead. Off the grid! Hand-powered! No more exploding blender!
OK. SuperBowl commercial break over.
At one point the boys did an impromptu site-swap switcheroo. Here’s Bugs sampling the Base Camp experience –
After I went off to work and returned for the night feed, we played trade-the-treat by the cracked-open door. This time, instead of Bugsy applying the Paw of Doom, he actually reached out and patted Fangie. And Fangie returned the favor.
I almost burst with pride.
And then, will wonders never cease, Bugsy sat on my lap so long he fell asleep. He has never done that, not once in the 2.5 years we’ve known each other. This, from the cat who, back in the day – early in the life of this blog, before I even owned a functional camera – would show me only his tail and claws.
Thank you all so much for your support and care. What a great day.