If you’ve been following my Tabby postings, you’re aware of my plight. I haven’t been quite sure what to do about Tabby or the way she’s treated Mr. Meow, but I’ve been trying to get them to get along. I knew it would take some time, but Wayne doesn’t have the patience.
Strike One
Thursday night when he came home (late, because he’s been working so hard) the whole tribe came to greet him: Murphy, Mr. Meow, and Tabby. Well, Tabby, being Miss Territorial like she has been lately, didn’t appreciate Mr. Meow’s presence so she chased him off.
But that’s putting it delicately. She attacked him. Flew at him with raised hair and claws flailing and a bunch of screeching. In general, she created quite the scene.
It upset Wayne a great deal. Not that he and Mr. Meow have always had a tight bond. It’s been more one of mutual disdain. They kind of enjoy razzing each other in the way they do. (Mr. Meow by sitting on the back of the couch or in bed and strategically positioning himself to swat Wayne in the face with his tail, and Wayne by making it a point to muss up Mr. Meow’s hair whenever he gets the chance. That drives Mr. Meow bonkers!)
Still, even though he hates to admit it, Mr. Meow has been a great cat. To see him getting treated like he has really stirred Wayne up.
Strike Two
But it got worse. Friday Wayne came home to find Mr. Meow cowering behind the chair in the living room. He wouldn’t come out. Every time he tried, Tabby was there to remind him to stay put.
But Mr. Meow started making these awful sounds. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten or drank anything that day, or used the litter box. I knew he probably wanted something. So I took Tabby upstairs and locked her in our bedroom, then coaxed Mr. Meow out.
He went right to the litter box. After that, he ate really fast before high tailing it back to his sun room to claim back his green chair. (Mr. Meow had a whole slew of favorite things before Tabby decided to claim them all. It started with the red hut, then the toys, then his white blanket, and now his green chair. That had been off limits and it seemed they had an agreement that the sun room and that chair was his. The last few days, though, she’s even claimed that!)
Mr. Meow playing on his white blanket
Strike Three, Tabby’s Outta Here!
Well, Saturday it got even worse. It turned fierce. Tabby tore Mr. Meow up pretty good. He didn’t need stitches, but she did draw plenty of blood.
Wayne refused to put up with it anymore. He packed Tabby up right there and then and dropped her at the pound. Just as fast as she’d come into our lives, she was gone.
Now, if you’re thinking this is particularly cruel, just wait until you read what’s next. Keep in mind today’s date….
April Fool’s!
(Did I get ya’?)
Note: Yes, this has been a hoax. No animals were harmed in the creation of this blog. Mr. Meow is fine and Tabby remains in our care. They still are undergoing rehabilitation to get along, however. I’ll continue to provide progress updates.