When beck's away the cats will play.. (bad, bad, bad Siamese Cats being jerks)

My Mid-daughter is taking care of my pets while I languish in the Hospital from Hell.

It’s been reported by many the cats are giving her fits.
She has her 2 Chihuahuas, my 2 pups, her 2 kids and sometimes the DILs girls. But…it’s all easy except for the 2 snooty, bossy, and persnickety Meezers.

Let me expound:

1.Meal time and snack time is a clash of “Who has the stronger will”

  1. Dog vs Cat is shaping up to be an epic battle. Bear has had fights with both Chihuahuas (who are not exactly sweet)
    Meeko whacked one Chihuahuas ear and blood was drawn.

  2. Howling in the middle of the night. This one particularly worries me.

  3. Hiding and scaring Daughter. She’s running around watching for open doors. With kids around It could happen. :eek:

  4. Litter Box wars. I preferred not to know the details of this. I told daughter where the bleach is.

I need to get home before someone loses life or limb.
:smack:

#1 I don’t get. Ya put down the food and whoever gets there first eats it and the slow one doesn’t eat at all. This sorts itself out in day.

Bear the cat will make you very sorry if he doesn’t eat. You just don’t know how loud he can be or how long he can keep up the ‘howl of hell’. Then Sister Meeko gets started just for s&g. The dogs start barking.
And, I swear dark clouds descend from the heavens.
Pure Hell.

Squirt him.

Oh, god. The squirt bottle was such a bad idea.

Cats dine, seated, and share their bowls with each other. All very civilized and leisurely.

Dogs gobble, first from their bowl, then from whatever other bowl is free.

Cats view dogs as gauche.

Dogs think that since cats aren’t gobbling, they don’t really want it. “Mind if I have some of that if you’re not going to eat it?”

Then claws come out.

Siamese cats are the worst. When I was very small a friend do my mom had one who would attack me viciously whenever the adults weren’t looking. I’d complain and get yelled at for tormenting the poor cat who was never a bother.

Till the day my mom walked by the plate glass window and saw the cat leap on me from behind and bite me. Never had to go back there again.

Right now we just have the one cat, Tiny Apex Predator [nicknamed Bunni] and we have managed to train her to eat 3 little sheba tubs of gushi a day plus whatever kibble is sitting around. Oddly enough, the ringtone I have set for her feeding time is the old Meow Mix jungle =) She perks right up and dances to the feeding area when she hears it =)

Beck, the cats will survive, promise. The dogs will, too, once they’ve learned the Meezers are boss. There’s a reason you’re not allowed to go home yet. Your job is to recuperate, and it’s a full-time gig.

If it comes right down to it, can’t mid-daughter kennel her dogs? I can see why she wouldn’t want to, but bringing chihuahuas to the Meezers’ domain was bound to entail some conflict. Chihuahuas are known for their stubbornness, and they often don’t get along with other dogs. Not sure about cats, but it stands to reason they wouldn’t be partial to cats, either.

The little Yappers have been at my house a bunch.
Mid-daughter doesn’t hear all the barking, she’s used to it.

The Meezers hate all dogs.

The Big Wrek told me the cats are sleeping on the headboard of my bed even though I’m not there. I found that surprising. They usually don’t go near him.
Even though they are causing trouble for my daughter, it seems they’re coping reasonably well.

Hah!

Rest assured, you WILL be punished!
~VOW

Your cats miss you and are worried about you, Beck.

(This of course in no way guarantees they won’t act furious at you when you get back.)

This was my thought, too. The cats are pretty stressed right now. Especially since they don’t like dogs and it sounds like your house is over-run with them. Maybe middle daughter could keep them separated, somehow?

Then a Chi-hula-hula loses part of its nose.

We had a pecking order: Bootsie, a domestic shorthair, would start, saying, “All of this is mine.” Then she would invite Sasha, a Siamese, “Sasha, dear, please join me.” Isis and Smoky Joe, trash, were not allowed to eat until Bootsie was done and had left the room because they ate like P-I-G pigs and offended Bootsie’s sensibilities. I missed it when Lady, cocker spaniel, got introduced to the hierarchy; Wife said it was funny.

I would be really worried if Bear wasn’t causing trouble.
I hate Mid-daughter has to deal with it.

Nobody likes my cats (:()