Just look at Blue. He is a pretty big boy now. Actually, he's HUGE! Tiff how old do you think he is anyway? 8 months old? I'm drawing a bit of a blank here.
Here's an old picture of Reepacheep for comparison.
Anyways Blue is bigger than Reepacheep and boy howdy, are those two trying to figure out who goes where.
Oh the drama.
The hissing.
The growling.
It's a little funny but I'd rather not have that mess.
We've tried the negotiation route.
Sadly they don't really speak English and I don't really speak cat so negotiations hit a wall early on.
We have experimented with drugs while they are together in the house to try and help them learn to get along. We gave catnip to them both yesterday in the hopes that their getting high together might calm the hostilities a bit. As it turns out that is not exactly what happened. It seems those two are total nipheads and after his first sample of the good stuff Reepacheep not only did not want to go outside, when I got him out he spent most of the day trying to get back in and back to the goods. Blue mstly lolled about and I swear I saw him the exact moment he realized he had the munchies. When they weren't busy licking up/rolling in/drooling on their catnip they were scoping each other out, trying to think of ways to remove the other cat from the vicinity in order to take his shit. Blue has been observed perched protectively in front of his little baggie of herbal goodness, watching Reepacheep with the evil death ray eyes that only a pissed off stoned kitty can achieve, ears back and paw at the ready. Reepacheep was falling more into the "can't we all just get along?" category, rolling over and showing the world his soft fluffy belly, eyes closed in kitty ecstasy.
Until Blue pounced of course.
Silly kitties.
Time to break out the peacekeeper mission plan.
In their drugged out fog they totally forgot I have the squirt bottle and won't let them send fur flying.
I just got the floors mopped after all.
