Well yesterday’s crankyness was raised a notch this morning when Gus bit at Calla when she was eating breakfast from a bowl of dry food and the pair of them turned into a yin-yang ball of mutual biting and kicking.
I was able to separate the two of them easily enough and unlike the Feliway incidents once I got him away he was pretty much back to normal if a bit surly from being dragged about by his scruff. Since one of the past times he bit the crap out of my hand, this was good news. This was just a common cat scrap – which actually isn’t that common around here.
After I got Gus calmed down I went and found Calla was perched on the middle rung of the cat tree, which is a place Gus isn’t likely to be able to reach – he’s not a good climber. She wasn’t too worked up herself.
After coming down for dinner, Calla went upstairs on her own. I went up to get some pictures and found her on the Tree Cat Tree. She’s no wallflower, but she isn’t above taking some steps to avoid a new confrontation. And when the weather cools it is a lot warmer up there.
I got her to play with the camera strap a bit, and felt a little better when I found she wasn’t upset or hiding. In fact, she spends part of most days up in that room, in one spot or another, even if I’m home. Gus’ favored upstairs spot is in a different room except when I am up in the morning.
The top of the “tree” is lumpy with seams of stiff carpeting making little ridges and creases. The cats seem to like that a lot, as much as they like flat or soft things to sleep on. The shirt I layered on top of my t-shirt a couple of days ago is just a bonus.