Crazy cat lady

I now live with 7 cats. You may think that sounds like I am a crazy cat lady, but it is true. It is a mixed blessing, because we also have to share the space with 3 small dogs, which have a healthy respect for the cats – two of whom regularly punch or claw the dogs just to ensure their reign of terror continues.

So there we were sitting at our computers, playing one or other of our LAN games, when we suddenly heard a hissing and a yelping. I turned my head just in time to see our medium sized grey cat (Michelle, smelly belly) hitting the little black doggie – Chrissie. Now Chrissie is the sweetest dog, and her only sin was walking into the study to sit at the feet of her master, but Michelle decided that she was sitting on the box and no dogs were allowed to pass. Either that or the dog was too close, or she was grumpy, or who knows what else… but Chrissie was set right good and proper.

Another such incident – Ash (the fattest cat in the whole of Edenglen), walked into the room to see if she could cause my husband to pick her up onto his lap by clawing him until he picked her up out of exasperation, when Michelle decided to jump down off the desk and hit her in the face twice. It was the funniest thing. I could hear the knock on her little head and she kind of shook her head as one may do after a fall. Michelle then turned tail and ran.

But Michelle is a causer, and I worry about her because she is always full of sores. But I have seen her. All the cats will be minding their own business eating the food, when Michelle will come along and walk slowly up to the others and start hitting.

On the one hand, it is very funny, but on the other, it is worrying because maybe it means she is insecure.

Mind you, with 6 other cats in your space, perhaps that is the only way to survive.