Ellie and Lila have a love-hate relationship. They can't stand to be apart, but then they fight like, well, cat and dog really.
We keep a spare kitchen roll in the living room for the Puddle Patrol. It has to be kept out of Lila's reach because she will eat it. Ellie can be trusted not to attack it (Harvey used to love shredding paper of any sort, but thankfully Ellie has not taken on that trait). At least we thought so.........
For a few days now, we have been coming in to find a shredded kitchen roll on the floor. The first time we put it down to an accident - maybe Ellie just knocked it when they were playing?
The truth came out today. Ellie deliberately knocks it down so Lila can shred it. Lila whines until Ellie runs around the room, leaping from table to bookcase to table. She sits and watches Lila and then bops it down to her. Lila rolls it around the floor before pouncing and eating it.
They are fantastic to watch when they are playing. Lila is so jealous of the cats ability to jump - it is clear from her face:
"Why can't I do that?"
"It's not fair"
She tries to follow them when they jump, but her sturdy little frame just isn't designed to work that way. She cries when Ellie sits on the table, because she gets told off for climbing on it.
But they have their sweet moments together. Whilst the other cats are accepting of Lila, even when she sneaks upstairs into their room (it is in fact my bedroom, but they seem to think they have more right than me to the bed), they prefer that she keep her cold wet nose to herself. Any attempt at contact are met with a hiss and a bop, and Lila rapidly retreats.
Ellie however, will sit touching noses with Lila. Ellie will allow Lila to sniff and lick her. Not too much licking, mind, but enough to satisfy Lila.
Lila's little stump wags so much when Ellie is anywhere near her. Lila worships her. Ellie believes this to be completely natural - after all she is a cat, and a tortie at that. She was born to be worshipped and adored.
This is causing some confusion however. Lila believes that she is a cat. A cat that can't jump particularly well, but a cat nevertheless.
She is developing a little bum wiggle for use pre pounce. She is great at bopping. She has a grumble that sounds exactly like a pissed off Ellie. She prefers Da Bird to a rawhide bone. She tracks birds across the sky.
I have a rottweiler with an identity crisis. Just my bloody luck!
Maybe you could litter train her?
Posted by: Cecily | Tuesday, 22 February 2005 at 21:42
We tried, but her arse already dangles over the side of the tray!
Plus there is her unsavoury habit of eating cat shit to contend with.......
She has her second injection next week, so at least she will be allowed to go for walks in a few weeks. Hopefully once she starts meeting other dogs on a regular basis she might realise that she is not a cat.
Posted by: DMouse | Tuesday, 22 February 2005 at 21:47
Are you going to get another dog to help Lila with her identity crisis?
Posted by: Pez | Wednesday, 23 February 2005 at 03:23
I like the new blog.
LOL at Lilah.
Posted by: Stacy | Wednesday, 23 February 2005 at 07:31
Too funny, poor Lila!
Posted by: Katie | Wednesday, 23 February 2005 at 18:31