kirktastic

After a cease fire yesterday hostilities broke out at about 4am this morning. I was able to get a restful sleep unlike last night until all hell broke loose. The cats have the advantage of seeing in the dark. I hear the fighting and don’t know where they are. I don’t want to get scratched and I don’t want one of them to knock my water glass onto my Mac. When they scared me awake I naturally yelled GOD DAMMIT DOODLEBUG! which I ‘m sure my neighbors appreciated as much as the yowling cats. I was able to get back to sleep after scaring Doodlebug into the living room.

Although I should not be taking sides in this conflict, it is hard not to be on Peanut’s side. Although 363 days of the year she uses her large size and attitude to get to the food bowl and pillow on the bed, Doodlebug is literally keeping Peanut from leaving my bedroom. Which means if Peanut needs to hit the litter box or get something to eat she has to fight to cross the border. I acted as a peacekeeper to scoot Doodlebug into the bathroom while Peanut took care of business.

As I’ve said before, this happens about once a year and usually a day later things are back to normal. This is lasting all weekend. I had originally planned to get out of town this weekend so I could have missed the whole thing (or possibly it wouldn’t have happened). I can’t wait for peace to return to my apartment. These cats have known each other 10 years. It isn’t like a brought a new kitten into the house (although that may bring them together as allies against a new animal… but it is bad enough a dude has two cats, three cats would be just sad).