The house I live in has three pets: Stretch (hot dog), Scout (black lab), and Ralph (25lb cat). Scout and Ralph are brothers, so they get along ducky. Stretch and Scout battle for attention and food scraps from the humans. Stretch and Ralph don't get along at all. Thus, Ralph lives exclusively in my bedroom. It's uncanny, but whenever I leave my bedroom door open for even a second Stretch senses it and scares poor Ralph into retreating into the closet. The most interesting part of it all is that Scout will turn on Ralph, if Stretch is after Ralph. It's almost as if Scout doesn't want Stretch to know that he's friends with a cat. But, as soon as Stretch is out of the room Scout and Ralph will go back to inhabiting my bed together.
There's also two animal intruders in the mix. A stray, orange cat and an enormous, beige rat. The doors to the outside are almost always open, so occasionally the orange cat will mosey into the house only to be chased up a tree by Scout. There's been days where Scout will stand at the trunk of a tree for hours while the cat is helplessly trapped. The orange cat has also managed to lure Ralph out of the house on two occasions. The first time Ralph was standing locked outside the sliding glass door, bloodied and a cat claw lodged into his forehead. The second time I came home to Ralph's collar in the front yard, a hole in my screen door, and drops of blood on my comforter. I think it's safe to say that Ralph's a lover, not a fighter.
Willard, the elusive, beige rat, is a whole other story (for another time)...
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