|Shakir and Gayatri|
I’ve been blogging about Tajji, our newly-adopted retired seeing eye dog, all the training we’re doing with her, how she’s recovering from the stress of many years of service. The cats have played no small role in helping her to adjust, and she in turn has provided them with interest and amusement.
“What’s that? Oh, you’ve brought us a dog to play with. She’s very big and very, very furry.”
“Um, this dog is exceptionally rude. She moves too quickly and looks directly at us.”
“Um, this dog is also exceptionally stupid. Sure, she’s finally understood how to greet us politely and that we don’t like big things moving fast in our general direction. But when we tell her we’d like to play, she acts brain-dead. And what’s with her bowing to us? What the heck does that mean?”
“Shakir has finally educated the dog to the point where they can romp, even if the dog does get carried away. He bestows upon the dog the great honor of grooming her, despite getting a mouthful of fur – the dog is incredibly furry! But she seems oblivious of his signals that he’d like her to groom him in return. Gayatri is of the opinion that being slobbered all over does not constitute grooming.”
Both cats have now marked the dog as Theirs by rubbing their jaws along her muzzle or feet. But cats have lives beyond taking care of the dog. They engage in various typically feline behaviors, each having staked out several prime napping areas (that vary according to seasonal sunlight).
Gayatri has turned out to be musical. She’s an extremely vocal cat and will meow loudly under many different circumstances:
“Where have you been? How dare you neglect me for this long?”
"Pick me up! Nooooowwww!"
“I know you want to nap but I want to knead your stomach more.”
“Piano! What is that sound! I must sing with it!”