Sym has just been taken by surprise by a very inquisitive cat. He jumped so high he could have won an Olympic high jump medal. When he came down, he looked a little embarrassed about it and gave Blossom
the 'curled lip' treatment which, to her credit, she took a swipe at.
And all because she wanted to have a sniff at his nose!
She legged it, of course, after she swiped at him but only as far as the back of the sofa where she could keep an eye on him. She gave him 'the glare' which only a cat could give and settled down to 'eye-ball' him for as
long as it would take to make him move.
But Sym, I have to tell you, is made of sterner stuff than you could imagine and steadfastly refused to back away. Whereas Blossom stared, Sym only glanced but each glance was accompanied be that classic curl of
the lip. Whereas Sym lay in the same place, Blossom moved very slowly, inch by inch, closer to her nemesis.
I was beginning to think this could mean the beginning of a 'pet war' and was contemplating intervention when Clover, oblivious to what was 'occurring' (little bit of Gavin and Stacey for you there), plonked herself right between them.
It had an effect better than any UN peacekeeping force could ever have had.
Sym turned and faced the other way and Blossom leapt from one sofa to another and, nose down, went to sleep.
Clover just looked at me and wagged her tail.
Sox is terrified of both of our cats and treats them with the utmost respect, therefore it was hardly surprising that she ignored the situation from a very safe distance.
Threat over, I made myself a cup of coffee and watched yesterday’s F.A. Cup highlights on T.V.
Life is never dull in this house!