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An Invasion?

We have been allowing the dog, aka "the monster," to venture into the cat's, aka "her majesty's," territory with supervision. Again, my husband thinks this is the best way for them to become friends. Her majesty and I are not so sure, but...I live with the hope that some day all four of us can sit on the couch and watch a movie together. Call me a dreamer.

Some days the interactions are less than terrible. Some days, I think her majesty would rather take a bath than see the monster. To the monster's credit, she is determined to make a friend and will not take "no" for an answer. She lies down on the ground, eye level with her supposed arch-enemy, about a foot or so away. Inevitably her majesty hisses and turns around. She seems to believe that if she can't see the monster, the monster can't see her (we've all been there, don't deny it). Of course the monster is not dissuaded by this tactic and just walks around to the other side of her majesty. And the cycle starts again.

When her majesty is in a particularly benevolent mood, she will allow the monster to sniff her butt, which the monster mistakes for an offer of friendship. This often results in her majesty getting a big slobbery kiss on the head. To say she does not like this is like saying the Wicked Witch of the West wasn't a fan of water.

To counter this blatant snide to her catness, her majesty typically hisses, rears her back and does what we call the thunder slap. This is raising her front paw in the air and then slamming it down on the floor with so much force, we actually can feel the floor vibrate when we stand in the room.

Public Service Announcement: The reason her majesty has to go to these extreme measures is because she has no front claws. We adopted her and she had been declawed. If she had claws, she would probably just smack the beotch in the nose and be done with it. Do not declaw your cat if you can help it.

Apparently this just isn't getting through to the monster and her majesty feels, like any good queen would, that she must protect her territory and her subjects. So she has been amassing an army of minions in the closet. It started with a beanbag keroppi frog (which she has NEVER picked up in the 5+ years it has been in her toy box). And every day a few new soldiers are added to the infantry. We aren't sure what they are going to do once they are organized, but it can't be good for the monster. She only has four foot soldiers - a stuffed lamb called Baaab, a beanbag cow, a thing that is best described as a "plush star," and Yoda. While Yoda is a Jedi Master, I don't know if his Jedi Knight powers will be enough to fend off the invading army. May the Force be with them all.

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  1. AtomicPineappleAugust 31, 2009 at 6:58 AM

    Lol, well I hope that soon you'll get that movie time you've been hoping for ^_^.

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  2. sarrahjaneAugust 31, 2009 at 7:50 AM

    Thanks. It has been 10 months and this is all the further we have gotten. I think it might be a while still.

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  3. TristanAugust 31, 2009 at 5:30 PM

    The pictures made this entry! Becca looks so high and mighty, it is hilarious!

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