Oh, good idea, I hadn’t thought of that word.
Some advice columnists are so terrible that almost anything would be better.
Behold, the phantom of the phridge
He will not budge, nor give an inch
Until the interloper flees
And humans beg on bended knees
That he forgive for sharing love
With some sickly stray who needs a shove
Venus is always hot. She’s a bit gassy though.
Could be a dominance thing. Both Lupin and Elvis probably have more dominant personalities.
With our two, I’ve experienced meeting up with stranger cats while out walking them on their harnesses. Saxon reacts with curiosity and just a little bit of tail fluffing. Sandy blows up to three times normal size and screams at the top of her lungs just before I scoop her up and rush home. She is definitely the more dominant cat in our household.
Sounds like a bipolar manic phase.
I used to commute on the LRT and marvel at being able to hear someone’s music through their headset at the far end of the car. Made me want to seek out publically traded hearing aid companies to invest in.
They’re fighting because the presence of a stranger has triggered their territorial instincts and they’re redirecting the defensive reaction to each other.
The worst cases of cuphooks I’ve ever seen.
As this is hell, it will be a gluten-free vegan paleo diet.