Ever since Bear out sized Snoop, which was probably at the end of his fifth month . . . Bear being Maine Coon and Snoop being a rather small Siamese/alley cat . . . Bear sought to make Snoop his personal toy. He would bathe him, pounce on him, steal his food, sit on him, nudge him out of the way, use him as a pillow, follow him into his hidey holes and just generally make a pest of himself.
Which is not to say that small is not sassy. Snoop would take just so much and then POW!!! the boxing match was on. Fast footed Snoop always got in more punches and jabs than the slower, lumbering Bear. One final swat and he'd head for higher ground leaving a somewhat disgruntled and dazed Bear in his wake.
There were times, especially in winter when I would find them sacked out, Snoop in the curve of Bear's "Baby Huey" body but more often than not, chaos reigned . . . especially at 4:00 a.m.
But now that Snoop has departed, Bear has gone into mourning for his little buddy. He searches Katie's room for him, wanders around listlessly and hides under my bed for hours at a time.
I wonder if Snoop knows how much Goliath misses him. I like to think he does.
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Life is so much better with beasties!
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