One of Carolynn's "little observations" reminded me of an evening about a month after MiMau came to live here. The whole famdamily was in bed for the evening, two of us reading, the other three . . . Max, Angus, MiMau . . . arranged as they wished on the comforter.
MiMau sat up and drew herself close to Angus, who quivered with joy and anticipation. He loves his kittysis.
Quick as a wink, MiMau raised her furry arm, made a furry fist and knocked three times -- bang!bang!bang! -- right in the middle of Angus' head, exactly between the roots of his ears. The three knocks were quite distinctly audible . . . Angoo's head as percussion instrument.
Angus didn't duck or growl or react in any way.
He just stared at MiMau: "What did I do?"
They've been best buds ever since.
She just had to make sure he knew that she wasn't going to be buying into that dogs-harassing-cats thing.
For more on MiMau's benevolent despot behavior, see MiMau and the Importance of Keeping the Upper Paw.
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