catfight

We have a houseful of three granddaughters and two extra cats tonight. The extras are natives of Cuba. They look like cats, and have been living with people since near birth (they are about five months old now) but have enough wildness in them to be completely upset by our dog, who's lived peaceably (make that "as peaceably as one can") with cats for years.

Our dog reacted to their hisses and full tails by chasing them, which made them screech and yowl, which upset our very nice house cat, who in turn tried to get into the fray, which lead one of the kittens to wet herself when she was picked up. The would-be rescuer dropped the kitten, which then ran into a corner and cowered while I pulled off the dog and someone shooed away our formerly docile house cat.

The wet-ee then picked up the petrified kitten, sending her into further spasms. She pooped a hard little turd, then hung by the scruff of her neck, body stiff as ice, eyes wide open and staring straight ahead, tongue protruding. The kitten didn't move a muscle the whole trip up the stairs and into a nice, quiet room with a door tightly closed to restore and preserve what little peace was left.

And then we had supper while three wild little girls whooped, hollared, giggled and thumped their way to bedtime.

So far, it's been a great visit!