It's been a year since Smooch and Johnny's first house encounter...
and they don't get along any better now than they did then. Oh well.
It was around 10:30 Wednesday morning. I was working at my desk, Smooch was napping on the back porch, and
JohnnyCashCat was napping in the reading chair behind me. It started to rain and I heard Smooch whining to come in the house.
What to do...what to do... A face-to-face encounter between the two would have to happen eventually. Why not now?
Erring on the side of caution, I put Smooch's leash on her and walked her into the office.
She was immediately suspicious...
...yet she neither saw nor smelled the feral beast in the chair...
...until the feral beast twitched a whisker. Rather than let Smooch's hackles raise any higher,
I lured her to the other side of the house with the promise of a cookie.
I left Smooch's leash behind us with a stern warning to both of them that it was not to be crossed.
Smooch got her cookie and decided to hang out in the bedroom for awhile. I went back to the office.
But never one to leave well enough alone and wanting to get this whole dog-meets-cat thing over with...
...I beckoned Smooch to come. She's usually not this enthusiastic.
Perhaps she thought I was going to reward her with a cat instead of a cookie.
She took her spot on her side of the leash and stared at Johnny for the longest time...
...until she got bored and went back to the bedroom...
...only to return a few minutes later.
Smooch: It's lunchtime. Can we have cat?
Johnny: How about dog for dessert?
Me: Be nice, both of you.
Smooch: I've got better things to do.
Me: You're being such a good girl!
Smooch couldn't stay away for long and soon joined Johnny and I back in the office.
Smooch poked her head over the arm of the chair once and Johnny let out a ferocious hiss.
Smooch got his message loud and clear and backed off.
At this point, I'm not at all concerned about Smooch hurting Johnny...
...it's Johnny hurting Smooch that I'm worried about. The feral beast has a wicked set of claws.