Forting Up

Calla has become more and more accustomed to tucking herself into the bottom basket of the big cat tree.  Even though nobody else uses it,  or goes near it unless she is inside, somehow when she is in there, there is all kinds of traffic.  Usually it is Gus, but today Julie got in trouble a couple of times with her.

The first time I was in the area and Julie jumped down right in-between us.  Calla reared up and gave him a bunch of swats on the tail and he fled at once.  He didn’t mean anything by it, but to Calla her space is her space.

So tonight I was talking to her again in her basket and Julie came up from the front this time. When he noticed her, he ducked into the little box to defend against any potential buffets.

While there is a hole on the far side, this would take him too close, so he managed to do a 180 in the box in that rubber spine way cats have.  He waited until the coast was clear, and then scooted out to a safe place.

Somehow his amazing cat senses never seem to include figuring out where the other cats are.