Luke here: Resident security cat, first critter. top of the pecking order, king of the premises
Time for the cat to speak up. At the moment laryngitis dampens my meows and hisses, so I believe I shall dabble in writing. My grammar and spelling certainly make JuJu's laughable in comparison!
(For those of you concerned, the laryngitis comes from a sore throat caused by a tube going down my throat during an ultrasound last week. All is well, though, and the resulting underbelly haircut certainly feels cooler in this absurd heat.
In the three weeks since JuJu has moved in, here are some insights I have gleaned:
10. The French doors to the backyard DO open. However, while Princess JuJu might have outdoor privileges, these have not been extended to me. Even though we all know I'm Luke, the wild kitty!
9. (Actually, I don't mind too much. I've never been a wild kitty, so I don't put up too much of a struggle when Jenny grabs me as I attempt to slide through an opening. The indignant persona is mostly an act. I just wish the outside heat would dampen enough that Jenny would open the windows again. I love observing the world and catching the breeze from my perches during "open window time.")
8. Why does the dog insist upon invading my litter box? I pride myself on hygiene and make sure to cover up any deposits I make. Why does she want to go eat them? She's certainly not as fast of a learner as I am; I mean, does she not think Jenny is going to find out? JuJu might be stealthy in sneaking access to the litter boxes, but when she wakes Mom up at 3:30 or won't touch her breakfast, it's pretty darn obvious. And her vomit? Not appealing in the least.
7. Dog food tastes scrumptious! Plus, I'm allowed to eat from her bowl, but she's not allowed to touch my food.
6. When Jenny leaves both of us in the apartment, she still leaves me a treasure hunt of treats to find. JuJu does not get a scavenger hunt.
5. JuJu ends up in time out quite frequently. Yesterday, I think the count hit a record high of six times. Even though she has all sorts of teething chew toys, she still prefers socks, flip flops, pieces of paper, and, of course, the litter box. I never get time out.
4. JuJu started sleeping on the bed a few nights ago, but I am the only one allowed on (or in!) any other furniture. So I can sit high and reign above my subjects.
3. I fit in all the spaces where the vents release air conditioning. JuJu doesn't.
2. Unlike Zoê, my urban-dingo-dog sister at Jenny's parents house, JuJu leaves me alone.
1. I can hiss and swat at her whenever I feel grumpy, and everyone assumes she provoked me. I can act as indignant as I want without repercussions.
Overall, this transition has gone much more smoothly than Jenny worried it would.
JuJu is a seven-month-old standard poodle service dog with the most expressive eyes, gentle paws, and desire to please! She is a Freedom Fidos task-trained medical service dog, and she is still navigating that balance of teething puppydom and service dog superstar status!