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deird_ljI didn't get much sleep last night.
Max is staying this weekend, and at around about midnight him and Elf started a cat fight.
Not one of those five-minutes-of-hurling-yourselves-at-each -other-followed-by-an-hour-of-licking-your-wounds style fights. No, this was a protracted, epic battle, fighting for supremacy over the house. And it's still going.
It began with a few brief skirmishes, after which both cats decided to define their territory (thankfully not by peeing everywhere). As far as I understand it, Elf now owns the music room, while Max is king over the dining room. The living room, which lies in between these two great nations, became the main battle ground.
The 4am portion of this war was definitely the most annoying for me. You see, both of these cats (lovely as they are) are complete and utter wusses. So neither of them actually wanted to fight very much - what if they lost? Or what if they got hurt? So they seem to have simultaneously decided that the best option was using scare tactics.
Which basically meant standing a metre away from each other, and shrieking at the top of their lungs, hoping they could impress the other one so much that they'd back down without a fight.
This went on for nearly an hour.
Being slightly concerned (mostly about my sleep) I went out to investigate a couple of times. Every time I did, they'd subside into low growling. But they wouldn't move a muscle. And the instant I left, they'd be back to full volume.
I'm not sure who won that bit, but eventually they moved on, and started an exciting chase, right round the house.
My house isn't actually that big, so I heard all of it. Thankfully neither of them actually ran over my bed. But they did manage to knock something over. It sounded kind of like a chair.
I definitely wasn't asleep at the time, so I don't think I was imagining it. But search as I might, I cannot discover what it was they knocked over. Do you think cats can put furniture back again?
At around 6am they reached a truce: they were both free to wander the house, as long as they were never in the same room. If one of them entered, the other one had to leave.
Again, I couldn't figure out who was actually winning at this stage. Surely, one of them must be leaving, and the other one must be making them leave. But I don't know which was which.
Then there were a couple of skirmishes, followed by a brief recess (mostly owing to a mutual curiousity in the noises coming from the dog next door).
And we're currently still having a recess. Hostilities have been suspended, and both cats seem eerily calm.
But I don't think it's over. Not by a longshot.
Not one of those five-minutes-of-hurling-yourselves-at-each -other-followed-by-an-hour-of-licking-your-wounds style fights. No, this was a protracted, epic battle, fighting for supremacy over the house. And it's still going.
It began with a few brief skirmishes, after which both cats decided to define their territory (thankfully not by peeing everywhere). As far as I understand it, Elf now owns the music room, while Max is king over the dining room. The living room, which lies in between these two great nations, became the main battle ground.
The 4am portion of this war was definitely the most annoying for me. You see, both of these cats (lovely as they are) are complete and utter wusses. So neither of them actually wanted to fight very much - what if they lost? Or what if they got hurt? So they seem to have simultaneously decided that the best option was using scare tactics.
Which basically meant standing a metre away from each other, and shrieking at the top of their lungs, hoping they could impress the other one so much that they'd back down without a fight.
This went on for nearly an hour.
Being slightly concerned (mostly about my sleep) I went out to investigate a couple of times. Every time I did, they'd subside into low growling. But they wouldn't move a muscle. And the instant I left, they'd be back to full volume.
I'm not sure who won that bit, but eventually they moved on, and started an exciting chase, right round the house.
My house isn't actually that big, so I heard all of it. Thankfully neither of them actually ran over my bed. But they did manage to knock something over. It sounded kind of like a chair.
I definitely wasn't asleep at the time, so I don't think I was imagining it. But search as I might, I cannot discover what it was they knocked over. Do you think cats can put furniture back again?
At around 6am they reached a truce: they were both free to wander the house, as long as they were never in the same room. If one of them entered, the other one had to leave.
Again, I couldn't figure out who was actually winning at this stage. Surely, one of them must be leaving, and the other one must be making them leave. But I don't know which was which.
Then there were a couple of skirmishes, followed by a brief recess (mostly owing to a mutual curiousity in the noises coming from the dog next door).
And we're currently still having a recess. Hostilities have been suspended, and both cats seem eerily calm.
But I don't think it's over. Not by a longshot.
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Date: 2008-06-08 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-08 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-08 11:34 pm (UTC)*dies laughing*
I absolutely adore cats. What other creature would do this...at 4 am in your living room? LMAO.
But, er...sorry about the loss of sleep.
Too bad you didn't catch it on video. :P
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Date: 2008-06-09 06:11 am (UTC)*dies laughing*
I absolutely adore cats. What other creature would do this...at 4 am in your living room? LMAO.
In fact, this is fairly standard animal behavior, in one form or another--not many critters actually go at it tooth and nail. Even the ones that fight physically--like stags charging at each other--aren't usually trying to do serious damage.
But the cat version is certainly amusing--if you're not in the situation of living through it. Best of luck with your sleep.
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Date: 2008-06-09 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-09 08:02 am (UTC)...when you're not wanting to throw them bodily through the nearest window for waking you up, that is.
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Date: 2008-06-09 11:59 am (UTC)The universe is laughing at me. I laughed at your lack of sleep...and got a 6am wakeup call from a cat who just had to go outside THIS MINUTE!!!
*yawns*
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Date: 2008-06-09 10:09 pm (UTC)You have my sympathies.
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Date: 2008-06-09 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-09 10:11 pm (UTC)(...and expresses the certain knowledge that Elf is bound to win in the end, because he's just that brilliant.)
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Date: 2008-06-10 11:34 pm (UTC)Owning three loveable fluffsters, and therefore being fully aware of the intelligence of the obnoxious little beasties, I'm going to go with yes, quite possibly.
Best of luck with your sleepies!
You're totally doomed.
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Date: 2008-06-11 12:31 am (UTC)I really am...