. . . A Day Makes.
(Ed. Note: Before you go any further in this post, make a note to check out the video in Ivy’s comment below. Do yourself a favor. Would it make your day? Would that song stay stuck in your head for the next several weeks at least? Just wondering.)
Here’s what happened later yesterday – but only after things had escalated to the point where Bugsy actually bodyslammed me. With claws. He basically never does this, except when he does. It was like he was saying, “Lookit ma, if you don’t let me rumble him it’s gonna be you. Outta my way you Bean you.”
But, later, after Bugs spent some time by himself in Base Camp —
And later still —
Dear readers commented that it was probably me who was most bothered. You recognized evidence I could not:
Item: Scripted scenario, one lying down, other nipping in with quick licks and out again.
Item: Ears mostly forward.
Item: The casual “look-away,” to give the other a pounce opening.
Item: Nobody particularly terrified or harmed (except me).
Conclusion: This was a show gladiator lecture-demonstration.
Item: No up-front trash-talk, no major hollering-growling-yowling.
Conclusion: They’re testing each other, straightening out the pecking-order necessary to share the territory. Bugs carefully explains. Barnes, being the cool cat that he is, is basically OK with it.
“A little more to the right.”
“Ma. Lighten up.”