It's been right lively around here lately. Hoo boy...
Started when Dr. Suzie called and said while Spot doesn't have an infection, he might have an odd little syndrome whose name I forget, but makes him want to go a lot. She recommended cranberry concentrate supplements. Hmmm. I can't get a Batril pill down his throat, but supposed to do cranberry supplements twice a day? I'll be chatting with her tomorrow to get more details and then decide.
Personally, I think it's pure behavior. I've already been modifying some of it, and he only acts out now when he wants something (usually to go outside). Why he changed his "go outside?" request from sitting at the door to this peeing everywhere behavior is a puzzle, considering that we almost always let him out when he sat at the door.
The last three days probably were a setback, since my cousin arrived with her dog, Meg, for a visit. Meg, you may recall, was the unfortunately victim of Alex' psycho kitty attacks at her first visit. Well, we brought Meg inside temporarily so she wouldn't try to follow her husband's truck when he and WLToo went to town. Alex went up on his high safe place and glared, but otherwise didn't bother her.
Spot, as usual, ignored her, until he was outside on the pool deck, and she invited him to play. Well, a doggie play invitation was basically Greek to Spot, so she strolled over to where he was still ignoring her. Startled, he jumped off the pool deck and vanished, so she went swimming again and came back to play with the humans. Spot turned up in the crotch of the live oak tree next to the pool and stayed there, until the guys returned and distracted Meg. Then he dashed back into the house, where we spent the evening reminding him that the only appropriate pee place was his Litter Robot.
Then he scared the snot out of us on Friday night. He was still outside after dark, so WLToo took the flashlight to see if Spot was out in the meadow. He was, but so was someone else. WLToo asked me to look through my binoculars, and I saw Spot and a small gray fox sitting about six feet apart, calmly looking at each other. WLToo called, and Spot strolled back to us, while the fox stayed put. They were about the same size, so it may be that they mutually agreed to leave each other alone. Apparently, it's not uncommon around here for the cats and foxes to have come to this kind of accommodation. We'll be watching closely, though, and bringing him in at sundown, which will probably mean a longer re-training period before he stops peeing in the wrong place.
Yesterday, Meg strolled into the open door, saw Spot in the bedroom door, and sat down near him. The next ten minutes saw Spot edge toward her, then away, then toward, then away, all in ultra slow motion. She sat quietly, interested in making his acquaintance, but he finally decided to stroll elsewhere. He went out the south door, since she was sitting near the north door. Alex had gone to his high safe place the moment he saw Meg.
A while later, Spot turned up at the north door and wanted back in, but Meg was right there. So he began to slowly ooze his way into the house. All was fine, until Meg shifted suddenly and startled him. Spot immediately smacked her on the nose, without claws, but didn't do anything else. Meg jumped back and yelped softly, out of surprise, and then all heck broke loose.
Alex appeared out of nowhere, in full psycho kitty mode, and launched a full out attack. As soon as he did, Spot turned into "Me, Too," and joined him in a double team attack. My cousin is disabled, so it was up to me to sort it out. I got Meg away and outside, but the cats broke past me and continued the attack outside. I chased the cats away from her, and she went down the hill and sat under the juniper tree below the pool, while Alex stood at the top of the slope and made "And Stay Out!" noises.
By the time I got both cats back inside, they were unbelievably cocky. Two cats on one labrador, and the dog lost... Poor Meg. She honestly does like cats, and if Alex hadn't started the fight, I do believe she and Spot would have come to an arrangement.
Meg stayed under the juniper about a half hour, until the guys came back from wherever they'd gone, then got some sympathy from them. She was unhurt physically, thanks to her thick coat.
The rest of the day and this morning until our guests departed, Alex and Spot were on guard at the windows, calling Meg names every time they saw her. I fear for Alex' life now; he's too stubborn to understand that any other critter he may decide to attack just might not be as submissive -- like that gray fox -- and one day/evening may be his last, like I fear happened to Bobbi Socks, who was also way too brave for her own good.
Add to all this excitement a bad case of costochondritis, and I'm beat. Could barely help WLToo take down the vinyl shades off the sliding doors, and could not even make it to the gate to admire his work when he painted the Texas star gold in our now dark green gate.
In fact, I need a nap. Later, y'all.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -- Mahatma Gandhi
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