Yep, that’s pretty much it in the Kreger household right now. Not a turf war between the human residents of our house, but the four legged ones. We have cat versus pup. And I think the pup is winning.
Last September, at the continuous begging of our daughter, my husband and I reluctantly gave in and got her a puppy. Peanut is a Maltese/Bichon mix … heavy on the Maltese side. Cute little critter and although I’m not particularly a dog person (just ask my cat), he has pretty much stolen the hearts of everyone in our home. Even hubby spent a good half hour or so on the floor playing with him the other night. What a marshmallow.
The cat, however, is not buying into all this cuteness. Jezebel has ruled this roost for the past fourteen years and isn’t about to give up her position for a scruffy little fleabag. I’m sure her first thought when we brought Peanut home was “What the hell is that? And how long is it staying?” The introduction elicited raised fur, flattened ears, followed by a cacophony of hissing and yowls. Peanut, on the other hand, was delighted with his new playmate and promptly bounced within range of a swiping paw. Fortunately for the pup, Jezebel doesn’t have front claws.
Now, seven months later, the cold war continues. At least on the part of the cat. Peanut still wants his playmate and Jezebel wants nothing to do with him. She spends an inordinate amount of time on our bed since its one of the few places the pup cannot reach. He does try, which of course annoys the hell out of the cat and she makes her displeasure known … vocally.
I really cannot understand Jezebel’s animosity to this little guy. It isn’t like he’s a threat in any way, shape or form. She outweighs him by six or seven pounds, and is easily twice his size. Yes, he’s a lot noisier than she is and certainly more exuberant, but that’s just being a puppy.
I’m hoping as time goes on (and she realizes the pup is here to stay), things will get better. Jezebel has gotten to the point of coming down the stairs even when the pup is nearby, but she keeps a safe distance. Still, we continue to hear low pitched growls any time they’re within spitting distance of each other.
Anyone else go through the turf wars of pets? I’ve never had this problem before with introducing a new cat into the household. That’s probably because I made it a point of bringing in a young kitten as a companion to the older cat. It always took a little bit of time, but eventually the older cat accepted the younger one. Somehow I’m not seeing this happen between Jezebel and the pup. Any suggestions on how to resolve this problem and allow us all to live together in peace?