Federal Mediators, Take Note
Only three days left of NaBlo, but it's getting harder to come up with stuff to write about with my shows on hiatus. Today, a kitty story.
In my teens, I had a kitty I will call D. Kitty D was generally fairly easygoing, but he was very territorial in his youth. When we got Kitty A, the battle for Alpha Kitty went on for nearly a year (Kitty D was territorial and unwilling to give up being boss of his house; Kitty A was too neurotic to surrender) until we got Kitty B, at which point Kitty D and Kitty A decided to form a united front against their common enemy. By the time we got Kitty R, Kitty D had mellowed into an elder statesman and diplomat, which led to the following scene.
I was lying on the living room couch watching TV one night when I heard some serious low-pitched growling. On the other side of the room, Kitty B and Kitty A were hunkered down nose-to-nose. Both had their ears laid back and were getting pretty serious with the hissing and snarling. Enter the elder statesman. Kitty D walked up and stood off to one side right next to them, right where you would expect a basketball referee to be standing during tip-off. He meowed at Kitty B and Kitty A, both of whom immediately sat up and looked at him. He meowed at Kitty A, and she meowed back. He turned and meowed at Kitty B, and she meowed back. He then meowed at both of them in what sounded like a school principal voice, and Kitty B and Kitty A turned around and walked away from each other. Another crisis averted by Little Kitty Diplomat.
If only I could put him onto this SAG/AMPTP thing. He'd get a deal worked out in no time.
In my teens, I had a kitty I will call D. Kitty D was generally fairly easygoing, but he was very territorial in his youth. When we got Kitty A, the battle for Alpha Kitty went on for nearly a year (Kitty D was territorial and unwilling to give up being boss of his house; Kitty A was too neurotic to surrender) until we got Kitty B, at which point Kitty D and Kitty A decided to form a united front against their common enemy. By the time we got Kitty R, Kitty D had mellowed into an elder statesman and diplomat, which led to the following scene.
I was lying on the living room couch watching TV one night when I heard some serious low-pitched growling. On the other side of the room, Kitty B and Kitty A were hunkered down nose-to-nose. Both had their ears laid back and were getting pretty serious with the hissing and snarling. Enter the elder statesman. Kitty D walked up and stood off to one side right next to them, right where you would expect a basketball referee to be standing during tip-off. He meowed at Kitty B and Kitty A, both of whom immediately sat up and looked at him. He meowed at Kitty A, and she meowed back. He turned and meowed at Kitty B, and she meowed back. He then meowed at both of them in what sounded like a school principal voice, and Kitty B and Kitty A turned around and walked away from each other. Another crisis averted by Little Kitty Diplomat.
If only I could put him onto this SAG/AMPTP thing. He'd get a deal worked out in no time.
