Tables Turned

Today – the first time I’ve ever seen it – it was Bugsy going two rounds on Barney.

It was after dinner, in the cool gray evening of a quiet Sunday.  Barnes was meditating, inhaling the first lawn-mowing of the season.  Bugs was crouched a few yards away from him, on the floor by the play-mat.

Knowing perfectly well Bugs wouldn’t like it, I flopped down on the floor right next to him, close as a whisker-width.  Sometimes I just get tired of the cats having their way all the time.

Sure enough, he got up and stalked off.

But suddenly he hit the floor and commenced to doing that stalking-hip-sashay thing.  You cat people know what I’m talking about.  He then launched himself over the box and landed right on top of Barney.

Thereupon it was a throw-down of the all-too-often-repeated same-old.  But where Bugs is usually the attackee, this time the tables turned.

Left hook to the ear!  Arm-lock around the throat!  Ferocious bitey to the back of the neck!  Barney is down! makes like a fish!  Flops free!  Dashes off!  Is tackled!  Repeat!

And then – quiet.

No trash-talk, no blood, nor flying fur.

Night falls.  Another day is done.

catrunBugs is much more himself, these days, than he has been in the seven months since Fang died and Barney arrived.  Here he is doing the bunny death-kick to an offending feather.

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Here’s the death-dash up the screen, going for mousie.

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Here’s Barney contemplating same.

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Doing same.

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Here’s Barney’s version of coming into his own – the two-tone ruff.

These elegant, fascinating beings who make their home with us.

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About nadbugs

Anita loves cats. This must be because she, too, has had nine lives. She’s been dancing since she could walk, she was a commercial artist and advertising producer, she earned a third-degree black belt in Aikido, she is a drummer with the Afrique Aya Dance Company, she is an attorney, and she’s a meditator and a devoted student of Nonviolent Communication. She also spent one lifetime sidelined with a devastating back injury in 1992. Since then – FELDENKRAIS METHOD® to the rescue. The FELDENKRAIS METHOD is all about dreaming concretely – thinking intelligently and independently by way of a gracious and kind physicality. The work affords all who study it a process by which to reach, with movement, into the mind and the heart, to make nine lives into one whole being.
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11 Responses to Tables Turned

  1. Boy does that incident remind us of what goes on around here. Once the neck bite tactic is employed, it’s always downhill from there. Glad your Bugs is better. We know how hard it is to lose a pal. Purrs and hugs, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Lisbeth, Astrid and Calista Josette

  2. The boys have come a long way in a short time. A true mitzvah.

  3. tit for tat play time! That’s awesome!

  4. lahgitana says:

    aw, Bugs… it was a long road…

  5. CATachresis says:

    Yay!! It seems you were the … errr .. catalyst, Anita 😉 Love the casual paw dangle in the last pic!!

  6. Anne Daigle says:

    I had a very affectionate cat. Sweet animal, but do not get down on the floor with him–same thing–he would stalk off.

  7. It looks like Bugs finally decided that enough was enough. He was already moving, why not have some fun along the way?

  8. Sometimes a cat just has to take control of the situation. Great job keeping that giant-ruffed cat in line, Bugs!

  9. Dianda says:

    Bugs and you went through a tough time.

  10. Marilia says:

    The last photo are so cute!!!

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