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At first we watched the dogthing like hawks as we introduced the cat to it. Finally we felt reasonably assured carnage wasn't imminent. They even got to playing together. Then one day the cat decided to check out the dogs food dish. That left us with shredded nerves. This antediluvian version of an Akita is at a guess 7 times faster than a deathadder when in munch mode. We recovered the cat which had been thrown against the wall and pampered it while it recovered from a nervous breakdown. It was otherwise undamaged.
Dogthing was another matter. Having spent his formative year tied up and abused regularly he was cringing as he waited for his beating. We ever so gently remonstrated them both and tried to establish a little comradeship. Well, let's call it an armistice.
Then the rot set in. Dogthing became jealous. The cat lives in the house and he bitterly resented this. When we let him in the house we would see ticks crawling off on the white tiled floor.
Next, dingbat, the boss, my other, accidentally let the cat out. (It's very sneaky). She suddenly dashes to the window and I follow. Dogthing has the cat by it's head in his mouth. It takes it to the farthest end of the yard and deposits it there. The cat just lies there, cringing. The dog retreats, content with his solution to cat proximity. Other than a drooled head the cat is unharmed. Fortunately the cat has a memory about 2 and 1/2 minutes long.
Someone bangs on the gate this morning. It's the farmer from across the road holding our cat. He was out working his fields when he saw the dog trot passed, the cat dangling by it's head in his mouth. Intrigued the farmer followed. The dog took it out to the very farthest rice paddy about a 1/4 kilometer off and unceremoniously dropped the cat into a canal.
Unharmed but soaked, the cat has long since forgotten it's morning experience. Now all I need to do is train the dog to bite the boss on her backside when she goes potato brained as she goes out the door. That should be much easier than talking some sense into either the dog or the cat.
Dogthing was another matter. Having spent his formative year tied up and abused regularly he was cringing as he waited for his beating. We ever so gently remonstrated them both and tried to establish a little comradeship. Well, let's call it an armistice.
Then the rot set in. Dogthing became jealous. The cat lives in the house and he bitterly resented this. When we let him in the house we would see ticks crawling off on the white tiled floor.
Next, dingbat, the boss, my other, accidentally let the cat out. (It's very sneaky). She suddenly dashes to the window and I follow. Dogthing has the cat by it's head in his mouth. It takes it to the farthest end of the yard and deposits it there. The cat just lies there, cringing. The dog retreats, content with his solution to cat proximity. Other than a drooled head the cat is unharmed. Fortunately the cat has a memory about 2 and 1/2 minutes long.
Someone bangs on the gate this morning. It's the farmer from across the road holding our cat. He was out working his fields when he saw the dog trot passed, the cat dangling by it's head in his mouth. Intrigued the farmer followed. The dog took it out to the very farthest rice paddy about a 1/4 kilometer off and unceremoniously dropped the cat into a canal.
Unharmed but soaked, the cat has long since forgotten it's morning experience. Now all I need to do is train the dog to bite the boss on her backside when she goes potato brained as she goes out the door. That should be much easier than talking some sense into either the dog or the cat.