Jealousy, jealousy.
We got a little cat last Saturday. His name is Merle. We got him in hopes that he and Vito would be friends (and maybe Merle could convince Vito that rummaging through the garbage and eating it is not such a good idea). So far, no such luck. Turns out Vito has a bit of a mean streak that is brought out by his bit of jealous streak. Merle is not shooed off the furniture like Vito is. Merle fits on David's and Heather's laps and Vito does not. Drew and Owen don't poke Merle's eyes like they do Vito's (this has more to do with the fact that Drew and Owen are more coordinated than they used to be, combined with the fact that Vito no longer goes near them unless they have food). Then Merle had the audacity to sniff Vito's food dish and take a couple Kibbles and a few Bits. *gasp!* Or maybe it was more like *snarl-growl-hissss-reeeeerr-bark-bark-run-around-the-living-room-scattering-books-every-which-way-fur-flying-Heather-yelling-Vito-getting-put-outside-for-the-afternoon*
Today has been rumble free, so far. I think Vito and Merle both realize that neither of them are going anywhere, and there is plenty of food for everyone. But they still keep their distance:
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