Mission of Mercy

Sass has the crud. Full tilt sounds-like-death crud. When I called her on the phone earlier, she was hoarse and drowsy sounding. I thought, here I am puppy sitting with a bag of Ricola, a bottle of Buckley's mixture, both unopened, some rare spices, and my best pal in need of a visit.

Needless to say, I went to her aid like any good friend should do. With Grendel in hand, I gingerly set foot across the threshold and waited for the sparks to fly. Sassinak has two cats you see. One is a year old kitten, and the second is several years old, and well into her adulthood. It's not a huge intellectual leap to imagine what two full sized cats could do to a chihuahua puppy. I was sure it was going to be a stressful situation.

Did Grendel ever prove me wrong. Once he got his bearings he began to scope out the cats, and they in turn kept a safe distance away until they could figure out what Grendel was. Soon enough, Harriet (who has a name finally) began playing a rousing game of chase the chihuahua. Grendel whimpered a few times when he couldn't reach her up on the bed, and when she had him cornered. Otherwise the two of them had Sass and I in stitches with their antics.

The older cat had a different take on the situation however. She was likely grateful the yearling was bugging someone else besides her. At the same time, she wasn't as thrilled about the presence of a puppy. Interestingly enough, she still restrained herself when Grendel snatched a few kibbles from her bowl.

All in all, it was a great meeting of the species. Dogs, cats and humans just getting along perfectly.