i am a cat person . . .

so, it's almost 1:30 a.m. and i am still awake.  since a little wine usually helps, i lumbered downstairs to drain sip politely from a bottle of 337, my current favorite.  kidlet heard me rummaging around and asked me to give boots some fresh water . . . she having forgotten earlier.  but let me explain.

kidlet's good friend jen, came home from work friday to a flooded apartment.  her hot water heater had exploded and their two dogs were paddling around in four inches of water.  combine that with her mom's birthday and jen, tim and d are home for the duration.  her mom's house is dog friendly so fritz and lola are with the family. boots, however, being of the feline persuasion, was not as welcome.  being second cousin to a cattery, she has come to stay with us in the 9TS's cave. 

naturally, boots is a little freaked by the transition.  made entirely worse by the fact that the door from the dining room to the cave is glass and all three of my curious beasties have, at one point or another, marched down to glare at poor boots.  pippin in fact, has practically taken up residence there.

when jen came to make a second visit after dropping boots off, we all tromped in to pay homage to the stricken animal.  bad idea.  although i was a good five feet from her, she bared her teeth, hissed and lunged.  blood trickled down my leg.  hummm.  she needs a little peace and quiet said i as i retreated quickly.

saturday afternoon i sat with her for a while, crooning to calm her frightened carcass.  after twenty minutes with no respite from the hissing and growling, i backed out for a second time.

which brings us back to wine and water.  i laid down my wine bottle glass and headed to the cave to retrieve the water bowl.  one foot into the room and boots lunged again . . . in the same not so welcoming manner.  i screeched for kidlet who it turns out was right on my heels.  get out of the way she barked as i scrambled onto one of the overstuffed chairs.  did boots relent for her old friend kidlet?  hell no.  she was a ball of fur on a mission and kidlet and i tripped over ourselves trying to retreat in the most unceremonious of manners.  add pippin trying to get in while we were trying to exit and i must admit, boots will have to wait for tomorrow for fresh water. 

now i have always been a cat person except for one twelve year aberration into dogdom with a goofy, liver spotted dalmatian named sam.  i clearly understand boot's boots' bootses the cats distress but my feelings are frayed. it's a good thing pip is, as i type, curled up, sound asleep at my elbow.

i am a cat person . . . i will make friends with boots yet.