Am I ever sick of this shit.
I know that we are in a small space, and that living on top of each other means there will be skirmishes.
I also know that living in an all-tile house means this house holds a certain chill on cold days- no matter what.
Even though I have plenty of warm, soft crates, nest beds, spare beds, throw pillows, etc... somehow the area rugs and the dogs' beds become prime real estate.
The cats aren't allowed on the dogs' beds, so they're constantly being shoo-ed off.
The dogs pick up on this.
I want them to pick up on this.
I want them to stand up for themselves and order the cats off their beds on their own-
so that I don't have to. They nose the cats as it is, why not just give them a gentle shove? Hell, I wouldn't even mind a growl if that did the trick.
Instead, the dogs come and plant themselves in front of me, and whine petulantly until I do something about it.
And somehow -it doesn't matter if I try to firmly but gently discourage the cats, or give them an all out scolding- all this does (it seems, of late) is create animosity on the dogs' end.
I realize the dogs (Kansas, in particular) have picked up on my issues with the cats of late.
I remember that, back when we all used to live in other small places, on top of each other, I always relied upon and allowed the dogs to help control the cats. That shouldn't be any different.
Yes, I intervene when things get out-of-hand, or when I think the lesson has been learned, but for the most part, I feel the cats should bow to the dogs and I don't care that the cats are older or were here first. I consider my dogs an extension of me, they know my rules and they help keep them.
Particularly since the cats are so hell-bent on ignoring the rules these days.
What I don't get is why, in the past week, Tess and Kansas have decided to take issue with each other.
Tess is a royal pain in the ass.
She WILL NOT either stay IN, or stay OUT these days.
Wherever she is, she is CONSTANTLY meowing at you for whatever it is she wants that she thinks you absolutely MUST DO RIGHT THEN.
Open the door,
open the other door,
feed me, even though it's not time.
Can't put herself in the damn litter box.
Won't find a place to settle down and be quiet.
It never ends!
Particularly the "won't find a place to settle down and shut the hell up!" part.
Opportunistic little bitch queen.
Spike, Leila and Macie are quite content to all pile into ONE nest bed (when there are 3 right there, side-by-side), on top of the bed (covered with a quilt AND a blanket) and sleep there
ALL DAY!
Tess will not settle down anywhere.
She refuses to lie on the spare bed at all.
She absolutely refuses to occupy any space near any of the other cats at all.
If any of them comes near her, she has a hissing, spitting, growling FIT- and I've observed this particular charade enough to realize that nobody's doing anything to her. It's all HER!
I used to reprimand the other kitty, because mostly it was Spike and I really thought he was bullying her.
Nope.
It's just her.
So for the past couple of days, when Kansas and Leo and whatever other cats are all piled up on the couch with me, Tess hops up on to the couch-
and Kansas snaps at her.
At first, I was correcting Kansas, and making EVERYONE get off the couch.
Because it's MY couch.
Not theirs.
I am the human, the owner, the mommy. I am their GOD
and I CONTROL ACCESS TO ALL THINGS that they are PRIVILEGED to use.
Kansas also snapped at Spike another time, when he poked his head up like he was going to get up on the couch.
I don't really care if she does that, I've been having enough other problems with him that I know she's picked up on and I really think she's trying to help. She is a herding dog, after all. She knows the rules and knows the cats by name and has always helped enforce the rules.
Or maybe she thought he was Tess?
She snapped at Leila once, but she was dead asleep and Leila came up and started licking her ear.
Spike tends to bite Kansas on the ear, so I can understand... or am I rationalizing and making excuses?
I don't see the dogs as the problem.
Particularly not after last night, when I on purpose put Kansas AND Tess up on the couch with me. It was going well. Kansas was laid back, relaxed, eyes half closed, ears flopped over.
And then I noticed her locked in a staredown with Tess.
That's when I realized Tess was probably sitting there, glaring at Kansas - the same way she does all of the other cats before she starts her hissing, spitting, unnecessary fits.
I made them both get off the couch, and put Tess in her crate.
Where she proceeded to meow, and meow, and meow, and meow...
*sigh*
*roll eyes*
Why can't she just be happy, damnit?!
I think I can pinpoint at least part of the problem.
I've had this problem before.
It takes a while, but eventually, whichever cat I feed first gets the idea he/she is the Top Cat, and that always causes problems.
I can't free feed them, for alot of reasons, but mostly because if I do 3 of them get too fat and Macie becomes skin-and-bones.
Macie takes the longest to eat, because she licks up her food instead of chewing it.
The others gorge until they puke, and nobody self-regulates.
I have to feed them all in separate crates or separate areas of the house, because whomever finishes first then goes and forces somebody else out of the way and eats their share, as well.
I used to feed the slower eaters first, so that they'd be finished by the time the gobblers finished and went in search of food to steal.
But that caused problems between EVERYBODY.
I don't feed Tess first on purpose (and I feed the cats AFTER I feed the dogs, so they get the right idea of where they are in line), I do it to shut her the hell up!
For a while, she was getting canned food, and nobody else was, because I was trying to see if it helped her bladder issues at all. I think it did, but she's also better and I didn't buy any more when I ran out over two weeks ago, now, so while I can see where that would make her feel "special" I can't understand why it's suddenly an issue NOW when there's no special food being given out.
If I start feeding Leila first, then she and Tess start to fight amongst each other -
and pee on everything.
If I feed Spike first, he's going to become even more of a tyrant than he already is.
I don't dare feed Macie first.
She seems to be the only one content with her status and life.
I don't want her upset unnecessarily.
I don't want to force her into a role she doesn't want.
Plus, she's another female and I have enough issues between females at the moment.
I'm going to have to try and feed the other 3 on a rotating schedule- somebody different every time, I guess.
As for Tess and Kansas, I am going to try my best to let Kansas drive that lesson home, as I allowed her to do with Spike way back when.
Particularly after what just happened:
The dogs and I were in the backyard, playing.
Tess was doing her best to get in the way and demand to be let in the back door.
I didn't want her in, so I was ignoring her.
She did come in when the rest of us were ready to go back indoors.
I got the dogs each one of their frozen treats, which they usually get after being outside and active.
Kansas eats hers on the hall rug, one bite at a time.
Leo gulps his.
Tess decided to investigate what Kansas had, and this time Kansas really did give her what for.
I was washing dishes, so all I know of it is Kansas barked a protest/warning, Tess obviously ignored it (and maybe expressed an opinion of her own), I heard Kansas snap at her, and then there was a "chase the kitty" stampede, that Leo tried to join in.
Tess ran under the table, and that's when I called a timeout and put her back outside.
I didn't address the dogs at all.
I wasn't there to see what happened, so I can't referee or rule on what may have been right or wrong.
I also have to support my dog if she feels like she has been wronged.
I'm not going to have her tyrannized by an opportunistic bitch.
I hope she learned her lesson, because I am sick of this shit.
I'm also afraid she's starting to act more like Spike.
Great. Just what I need. Two of them.
DH keeps telling me to hang in there and to remember that everyone's a bit stressed from him being there for 2 weeks, from the weather being unstable, and because there are so many of us in such a small space.
I told him if they are going to start acting like this because they are all older (since we didn't have these problems the FIRST SEVEN YEARS), then we need to re-think how many pets (cats in particular) we have.
He just keeps telling me that it will get better when we move.
Oh, gee... didn't we just almost move, only for him to change his mind and subject me to two more months of this?
Why can't everyone just do what they've always done and what they're expected to do?
She never used to act like she was the only pet present in this household!
I don't want to have to change their damn feeding order every time somebody gets too big for their britches.
Why can't she just get the message?
Why does everything I try to do get taken the wrong way?
I know I'm not the most stable leader at the moment and I can see where that is causing problems, but still... creatures of habit are so reliable... until they're not.