Who’s the Cat and Who’s the Dog?
Recently I went to a potluck at my mom’s. She has these things pretty regularly. This time, I took Lily, my Chihuahua, along. My youngest daughter has been scolding me to socialize her more so I’ve been taking her more places and she’s getting more and more used to people. That means less nipping and less barking and more cuteness.
My mom has a cat – an orange tabby – named Timmy. Timmy has an identity problem. He isn’t really aware that he’s a cat. He thinks he’s a human sometimes – commanding his own chair at these functions.
This particular evening, I think he fancied himself as a dog. When I got there with Lily, I set up her little carrier as a bed for her to “hide” in away from people if she wanted, and immediately Timmy went and climbed in it as if he owned it. Unfortunately, I missed a picture of that.
Possibly Timmy felt a little insecure in his position as the alpha pet and felt he had to compete for the food offerings. He did, somewhat. But he and Lily both did a great job of coercing these humans to shower them with morsels of fried chicken.
I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
Lily smells chicken and is begging for food. Timmy comes up and wonders what she’s up to.
Timmy wonders how he can get some of that goodness too.
“Numm. Maybe if I get right up here and beg more openly, I can get some more of that. That dog certainly can’t get up here. Haha.”
How about this? Will this work?
Maybe if I get right in her face?
Lily sticking her tongue out, embarrassed for Timmy.