Itty Bitty Hooves

The Great Cat Fight of 2008

June 26, 2008 on 6:34 am | In life |

It’s still going on—but now I know why.

Thank Heavens.

For awhile I was sure my cats had just gone insane. Two formerly loving cats who co-existed without complaint for years suddenly decided to do battle with the warzone being my entire house. I’d about had it until…

Yesterday I was searching in my usually unbothered upright file cabinet deep in my office closet when I looked down to see my black cat ‘Spooky’ all curled up on the bottom shelf. That is no surprise. That bottom shelve with its deep recess has always been her little ‘hidy-hole’. This time, however was a little different. This time I saw a dingy white thing curled up by her stomach. At first I thought it was the dingy, dirty little white ‘rat’ toy that came with the scratching post. The two cats had long ago severed the toy from the post, and dragged it about the house until it looked like hell, but they still love it, so I don’t throw it away.

This little dingy white ‘rat’ was squirming though. EEK… my mind couldn’t figure it out for a second. Either they toy had come to life, or it was a real rat she’d found and decided to take to ‘bed’ with her and play a bit… or…

A few days ago my mother-in-law who is living with us while she undergoes cancer treatments suggested Baby (the other war monger) might be going through a false pregnancy, and thinking she was protecting babies…

nope.

Wrong cat.

And NOT a FALSE pregnancy!!!

There curled up with my black cat were two (upon closer inspection) little white/gray kittens. Well, little in that they are babies, but danged HUGE for their approximate age. No wonder Spooky had all of a sudden the last month or so looked like she was finally ‘filling out’. Yeah right… well I had liked it because she’d always been such a lean (not skinny, just lean) cat, and she’d begun to look like a well-fed housecat for a change… Oh brother. Well, she’s lean again. Haha.

So–now at least, there is a reason for the war, and poor baby who I’d blamed for the way it seemed she was always being the aggressor, really was just defending her poor self from Spooky who doesn’t want her anywhere in the house at the moment. She’s holed up in a nook above my cabinets in the kitchen, poor thing, the ONLY place Spooky will leave her alone.

I saw her this morning though, attempting to come out, and Spooky once again cornering her. I rescued her, but she’s so thin. Now that I know exactly where she is hiding, I’ve put some food and water up inside the ‘nook’ so hopefully she’ll at least get something to eat. Poor baby.

So once there were two—-now there are FOUR.

I need a valium. What am I going to do with FOUR house cats? LOL