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Oh Squeakers!
Jul. 25th, 2008 07:38 amShe is such a brat sometimes! Chloe was hiding out in the back part of the back yard when I went out with her dinner. She didn't come running so I checked out why. She and Squeakers were about 20 feet apart staring each other down. Squeakers was determined not to let Chloe come for her dinner. Chloe was just staring with her ears forward, not whipping her tail or anything. Squeakers was also still with her ears forward but she was quietly grousing, as a child once told me "..playing fireman.." with the warbling sound they make as a warning.
I scolded Squeakers, told her to "BE NICE" and she moved back a couple of feet as she growled at me. Then I went over and petted Chloe, offering her food. She arched her neck into my hand then went back to staring at Squeakers. I tried to pet her again and she swung at me. I told her to "BE NICE" and coaxed her to the patio. She came with me.
I praised Chloe and petted her head some more. We still can't pet beyond the top of her head and neck, but she's really into that part now.
Then I went back to deal with Squeakers who was really angry with me. She wouldn't accept pets at all. She slapped at my hand and hissed. I hissed back and growled. Then I said "BAD Squeakers! You BE NICE!" She growled and hissed again then ran away.
An hour later she'd forgotten all about it. She slept with me in the morning, pressed into my side near the edge of the bed where I could pet her. When I woke up she started head-butting my hand and purring up a storm, squeaking with happiness when I petted her face. When my sleep-snooze repetitions were at their max, I tried to get her up so I could get up. She started extending her squeaks with a raspy sound and slapped my hand. I tried gentling her and she succumbed, hugging my hand against her face and pushing it against the bed. She relaxed, ready to sleep some more. No, I couldn't do that. Then she got more verbal and louder, "EHHHHHHHH!" while grabbing my hand and threatening to nip me by putting her teeth on my finger. She kicked my wrist. I withdrew my hand. She glared, pressing harder into my side.
In a sleepy voice, Eric asked, "What was THAT?"
"Squeakers doesn't want me to get up," I told him.
"That was Squeakers?" He chuckled.
"Yup."
"Come on baby, Momma has to get up," I told her as I slid my hands under the blankets to boost her up.
"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" followed by a hiss happened before she finally shifted and stalked off the bed.
"Vile beastlet" I called her.
Eric laughed.
Yeah, we're back to normal. Mostly.
I scolded Squeakers, told her to "BE NICE" and she moved back a couple of feet as she growled at me. Then I went over and petted Chloe, offering her food. She arched her neck into my hand then went back to staring at Squeakers. I tried to pet her again and she swung at me. I told her to "BE NICE" and coaxed her to the patio. She came with me.
I praised Chloe and petted her head some more. We still can't pet beyond the top of her head and neck, but she's really into that part now.
Then I went back to deal with Squeakers who was really angry with me. She wouldn't accept pets at all. She slapped at my hand and hissed. I hissed back and growled. Then I said "BAD Squeakers! You BE NICE!" She growled and hissed again then ran away.
An hour later she'd forgotten all about it. She slept with me in the morning, pressed into my side near the edge of the bed where I could pet her. When I woke up she started head-butting my hand and purring up a storm, squeaking with happiness when I petted her face. When my sleep-snooze repetitions were at their max, I tried to get her up so I could get up. She started extending her squeaks with a raspy sound and slapped my hand. I tried gentling her and she succumbed, hugging my hand against her face and pushing it against the bed. She relaxed, ready to sleep some more. No, I couldn't do that. Then she got more verbal and louder, "EHHHHHHHH!" while grabbing my hand and threatening to nip me by putting her teeth on my finger. She kicked my wrist. I withdrew my hand. She glared, pressing harder into my side.
In a sleepy voice, Eric asked, "What was THAT?"
"Squeakers doesn't want me to get up," I told him.
"That was Squeakers?" He chuckled.
"Yup."
"Come on baby, Momma has to get up," I told her as I slid my hands under the blankets to boost her up.
"EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" followed by a hiss happened before she finally shifted and stalked off the bed.
"Vile beastlet" I called her.
Eric laughed.
Yeah, we're back to normal. Mostly.
