Moby was not happy this morning. Vocal and insistent. Not to be made happy. Unusual, he is generally a cat of few words, readily contented.
Then, there was another creature out there. Moby is the sole cat of the universe, so any evidence to the contrary is just not ok. Two months in the shelter did not convince him otherwise. Which is why we will never have another cat so long as we have him. There is the Adam Savage line from Mythbusters, "I reject your reality and substitute my own." Yup. Once the Other Creature was gone, and D got out of Moby's chair, he quieted down. The Cat's in His Chair and all is Right with the World.
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The noive!
I would add that Sheba, aka The Empress of Royal Street, feels much the same way about her turf. The trouble is that her barking and snarling and growling is invariably followed by the offender's leaving the scene. She does not realize that said offender was on its well elsewhere, anyway, and her barking is but a nuisance interruption. She thinks she drove them away, just as Moby thinks his snarling and hissing drove away the offending party. In other words, aggressive behaviour always works...
Ingrid (housemate's little dog) is similar, at least as far as other dogs go. Can't have any other dogs around indoors, her own place or any other. Bites them, sends large goofy friendly dogs cowering. It's awful. She's okay with them outdoors. Also she's fine with cats.
Fierce guardian of his territory.
Oh my, that first one if intimidating!
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