CAN BEAT YA WITH ONE HAND WHILE LYING DOWN

Minnie  the cat WAS a very passive and loving cat. She and my former dog Mighty would touch noses in passing but basically just enjoyed the fact that another 4 legged member resided in the house. It was a comfort thing.

I was heartsick at his passing but Minnie missed him far more than I thought she would. She became quite needy and vocal.

That was one reason I brought Callie into our lives. Callie however is a vastly different animal than Mighty was.

Mighty was a very old gentleman with bionic knees whose main burst of energy was to hobble intently after not terribly concerned rabbits.  In the house, he was a snuggle-bunny-couch-potato as was Minnie.

First my friend Sis arrived for a visit and taught Minnie how to box.   Then Callie arrived.  Callie is a hyper dog that desperately wants to play and play and play. She is a bundle of raw energy.

"Ya wanna play huh huh, wanna play, huh wanna play. Come on, lets play."

A bit goofy but endearing, unless you are a cat wanting to sleep. Had she been a male dog, Goofy would have been his name, hands down. I wouldn't have needed help with that.

However, do not feel sorry for the small, formerly placid cat. She has become the bully of the pair and is in total control.

First she will tease Callie with a swat on the fannie as the dog passes innocently by which starts the engagement. They will then dance and box until Minnie has had enough. That's when she will let out a nasty hiss and thunk Callie on top of the head with a blow that you can actually hear land from another room.  She packs a clawless wallop now thanks to her sparring sessions with Sis. She then turns her butt to the confused Callie and swaggers off. Wish I had captured that.

Below is a short video that I did capture of a mild mannered, laid back, early morning version of their play while I was working on the computer with camera handy.

The Tease vs the Hopeful--- round one.  Minnie didn't land a haymaker this time, in fact she didn't even get up for the event but sparred from a prone position. Having enough, she hissed, curled up her lethal weapons and quit, declaring herself the winner. The game, as always, was totally played on her terms.  Soon after this bout, they touched noses and went separate ways, both content.

See Middle East, we CAN all get along, at least the nonhuman "all."  We humans have quite a ways to go yet to learn tolerance of difference. We can only entertain optimism and hope for the wisdom of the creatures. Of course it helps if the smaller is smarter and armed better.

Ok, I admit that is really a bit of a stretch about the Middle East but I bet you weren't expecting a moral to this fluff piece.

Wishing you all had a great 4th and that those in the path of Arthur, stayed safe and didn't lose power.