The Big Fight Last Night

It was almost midnight last night.

The war cries woke all four of us from our deep slumber and sent all four of us rushing down the stairs to investigate and do the necessary intervention or rescue work.

As I entered the room, I saw Pole clambering from the pantry into the room. She looked scared.

Now, this is NOT a good sign at all as Pole is the calmest of all our cats. You can shout “earthquake” or “tsunami” and Pole will be the last to respond. Unless she senses danger to her and her condo, you would find her still sleeping blissfully in her penthouse, unaffected by anything which we lesser mortals might (needlessly) fear.

But Pole clambered into the room….

In that split second, I was already very worried.

I grabbed the back door key and quickly opened the door.

It was Cow and Bunny….again.

Ever since Cow recovered from his eye ulcer, he has been picking fights with the titans. The warrior spirit has returned and the “temporarily fallen chief” is now reclaiming his title.

No time to take any photographs, I had to break up the fight.

From the body language, Cow was the aggressor (of course, who else?) and Bunny was already in a crouching-I-surrender position.  Poor Bunny…

It’s a name thing, isn’t it? On hindsight, perhaps we should have kept to his newborn name, Yeti. But that was nine years ago.

I grabbed the water hose, but my husband said to let him settle them.

Oh okay….

He broke up the fight and carried Bunny back into the room to safety. Ming-Yi and Jia-Wen pacified Bunny.

Cow retreated to a corner and as always, we had to give him time to cool down.

Where was Indy while this was happening? We don’t really know, but Indy was already in the room when we rushed in. Now, why didn’t you intervene, Indy? We asked. Indy looked at us, but we lesser mortals were weren’t smart enough to understand what Indy said.

There was a lot of tufts of fur in the pantry near Pole’s condo. From the colour of the tufts of fur, it was Bunny’s fur. The fight must be happened there and that prompted Pole to seek cover in the room.

We stayed with all the cats for about half an hour until the situation returned to “normal”. But then again, what is “normal”, right? A more peaceful situation, I mean. There were no visible injuries on either of the warring parties.

I contemplated sleeping in the room with them, but decided it would be okay.

So we all sent back to sleep.

I was told that for dogs, once the hierarchy is set, it would usually last for their entire lifetime. But for cats, this appears to be not so. The hierarchy is fluid and subject to change.

I suppose cats are more political than dogs, eh? And hence, more human?

Source: https://myanimalcare.org/2015/06/15/the-big-fight-last-night..

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