At least that is my experience lately. My two teenage boys…(the cats that is) certainly make a huge thud when they do their acrobatics and wrestling all over the floor. They lay in wait one for the other. McGyver gives up first. Usually he will start calling Mojoe who could care less. Mojoe will make McGyver jealous by interacting with me. He will bring a toy to me or simply curl up in my lap and look contentedly at McGyver. “See mom loves me best….”
They have gotten over their fear of “going bye bye” too. Now their toys litter the floor as if they were never picked up and placed away. Mojoe has his favorit mouse. McGyver’s favorite is anything Mojoe is playing with. Mojoe is more inventive. He has this way of looking when he is thinking something through. That head of his tips to the side. I am sure that if he had a hand he would have his chin in the plam while he thinks through a situation.
McGyver is more the type that just gets into the middle of something and figures it out while he is working through it. He is definitely more fearless. However, his “devil may care” attitude can get him into trouble with his “fools rush in” mode of operation. Somehow he always looks like he ‘meant” to do what ever turns out.
On the 4th, I had a friend over. He has a greyhound. We walked down to the festivities in Davidson and then came back to the apartment. He brought Mia with him. It is amazing how many people will talk with you if you have a dog. “Note to self….get Ranger Dog”
Anyway, he brought Mia into the apartment. She walked around and checked the place out. Of course the “boys” disappeared before the door was even opened. As the evening wore on, Mia made herself at home and stretched out on the floor. Although she gave off a relaxed attitude, she was aware of the other furry things that lived in my apartment.
After a while, McGyver came out of the bedroom and did a cursory cruise of the living area. He took a few sniffs, stretched out his neck to see what that “thing” was and settled down under the endtable. Every so often, McGyver would stand up and go over to the other side of the room to see if the “thing” had moved.
To Mia’s credit, she acted like a perfect little lady. No barking at all. She did not even try to chase the kitties. To McGyver’s credit, there was no hissing or slapping. He simply checked out Mia and took up his post beside me.
It was much like the don’t ask, don’t tell policy. Don’t ask what “it” is and don’t tell “it” I’m here. I think both of them adopted that mode of thinking. Mojoe, on the other hand, hid under the covers like an ostritch hiding his head in the sand. “If I can’t see it, it can’t see me.”
