They Don't.

Ed and I have always wondered whether his cat that he's had since before me (and that is a lonnng.tiiime.peeeople.) Julie, and our new addition to our kitty brood, Lillie, would get along. We've always pondered this, in a "I dunno, what do you think?" kind of way, that's always left us curious. Curious was a fun place to be, and I was REALLY ok with staying there.


Last night, I left that place.


I was doing my nightly rounds in the kitty rooms (don't ask, our cats have their own rooms, we are THAT couple), scooping litter and refilling water bottles. I had let Lillie out to roam (The reason they don't all roam at the moment, is that we have a piddler amongst us, and our carpet is trying to recover. It's actually trying to recover all the way into new laminate flooring, but the economy is not aiding in the recovery process one bit. Stupid 'conomy.) So I let the Lillster out to roam and went into Julie's room.

Now. Julie is a cat of large..girth shall we say. She's a good 25 lbs or so. White with blue eyes, gorgeous big round head. Julie has always had a "don't mess with me, and I won't scar you for life" kind of agreement with me. She now loves her new mom, and we get along just fine as long as I surrender to any and all of her demands.

So, as I was saying, I had entered the Snow Beast's room. Julie jumped over my leg. Out the door. Lillie was standing behind me. It all then became a blur, of literal tufts of hair flying behind Lillie as she ran down the stairs. I should add that Julie has dagger-like claws, and Lillie is declawed. Julie chased. Oh how she chased. Then, doing what a sane person might do- I chased too! Oh how I chased. I chased and I screamed. It's still a blur, but I'm quite certain it was a combination of "JULIE!!!NOOOO!!NONONONONONO!!! This was followed by an "arhgghaaaaaaaaaaaaagg" as I fell down the last 3 steps.

Once I recovered, I saw that though my chasing had stopped, Julie was still in hot persuit. Lillie was losing tufts of hair by the minute, and as I watched, Lillie jumped from the floor, over the back of the couch, and under the dining room table. Julie looked at me guiltily.

So, question answered. Would they get along? About as well as that lady and the gorilla who ate her face.

Ed didn't believe that it was that bad. But it was. I'm going to need to vaccuum today, because even though they never touched, half of my cat was left all over the floor. Apparently she's a stress shedder.






Lillie, before and after what has become known as "the incident"