aaaaand it has started ….

Hugo has taken over ALL my favorite places. I sometimes just lay there peacefully, until he insists to come next to me, and eventually takes over. Being adored sucks.

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My favorite fluffy pillow.

My backup fluffy pillow. And even the sofa. MY sofa!!

… He is kind of cute though. … Feline has a flair for the dramatic. 😉

big news

… drum roll ….
The kitten and I finally became pals, fulfilling my human’s wish for domestic peace and open doors.  Next on their agenda: world peace and elimination of bank fees.
I still think that the kitten is insufferable little brat, but he is now OUR insufferable little brat. …. It took me a while. I was reluctant.
After numerous supervised meetings and tons of treats (no bikini body this year), I finally took pity on my humans and let them continue to believe that I am ultimately a kind-hearted dog.
The acceptance was quite ceremonious. To make it as memorable as the moment when ET used telekinesis to make the bikes of his friends airborne.
I first sat facing the kitten for quite a while, measuring it up and down, while my servant massaged my back.
I then got up and slowly walked over to the chair on which the feline was laying ….  and I sat down with my back turned to it. ….. At that moment, the skies opened and angels started singing.
My human is not a complete idiot. She knows that that gesture means trust and acceptance in Gerbish. Ever since then … domestic bliss for humans, but no peace for me.
…. Oh boy …
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the creation of tolerance

We made some progress with the feline over the last days. I discovered two benefits of having him in the house: extra treats and leftover cat food. I have been practicing my pathetic look a lot lately to keep the guilt-treats coming. And when I get into the lion’s room, the first thing I check is his food bowl, not the tabby.

“To be friends or not to be”?

Well, at least the cat has made his mind up about this dilemma.

He is very taken be me. But then who wouldn’t be? I am adorable.

doggy de-stress

There is nothing like bad mouthing about the felines with your best friend. Mati and I hit the esplanade this weekend and sniffed her bottom until I got dizzy. Mati is cool like a cucumber and a delight to spend time with. It must be because she is actually a polar bear.

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Entanglement.

A few weeks ago, she even invited me onto her veranda and we played til exhaustion.

Look at us. Such harmony.

I did get a bit confused about this object though:

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the beginnings with Hugo

This last week has been stressful. I needed all the pampering I could get.

 

With the new cat in the house, who we tentatively named Hugo, I have to stay on my paws at all times.

It doesn’t help that he wants to explore everything and finds new ways to entertain my humans every day. …. Like chasing a necklace for minutes in row requires such great talent.

 

I now practically stalk my humans to divert their attention.  …. Anywho, we slowly started to warm up to each other….. Emphasis on the slowly.

the making of a hero

A few months ago I found a cat in our hood. A black scrawny cat that puffed itself up and hissed at me. So naturally (eye-roll), my humans took it upon themselves to fatten her up. One early morning, as we passed by its residence – some holes under a restaurant terrace – to see if her scrawniness finished the beef in gravy that had been served the night before, we were greeted by a heartbreaking sight.

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a hero

Under the holes, between flower pots, there was a tiny skinny grey kitten, barely alive, trying to warm itself up under the first sunlights of the day. My human tried to catch it immediately, but the sorry creature managed to hop into the holes, revealing that its front left limb had been completely destroyed by some freakish injury.

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A few nights after this first tragic encounter, thanks to the guidance of the amazing Rita Jacobetty and to a real miracle, my humans eventually managed to catch the injured kitten. It was one of the three babies of the black scrawny cat we had been feeding. Fortunately, the other two kittens were feisty and about twice the size of the injured one. I guess there is no shame now in admitting that we were quite afraid of this small creature initially. I never knew that kittens can make such terrifying noises.

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We rushed the kitten to the Associação Zoófila Portuguese (AZP), our trusted veterinary office that helps numerous street animals, where HE – as it was revealed to us – received immediate care. After a series of rather torturous daily sessions to treat the leg, it was decided to amputate it.

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So here we are, with a three legged cat in our pack, looking like a little grey furry dinosaur.

The first days, I was so upset by this development, that I would cry spontaneously and insist on sitting in my human’s laps with my 20 kilos (and the excess “baggage” that I am supposed to lose over the summer). What kind of self-respecting former stray and descendant of keen hunting dogs would allow a furry critter to live in its den?

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And this cat!!! This cat is no sweet and weak little kitten. Once he was set up in the South-West wing of our residence, he took over the place like a mad emperor!

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I still whine and throw tantrums, but it looks I will slowly have to resign myself to the realisation that the disabled kitten is here to stay. My humans even made me carry cat treat from the pet store. What a disgrace.

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Matilda

This little polar bear is my best friend. She is always very sweet to me and turns me into a softy, too. I even let her steal my treats, as long as she shares human attention.

Gerbeaud and Matilda 2Together, we keep our neighbourhood protected from lizards and food droppings. We are the elite members of the SWAT (Sweet tailWags and Adorable Tricks) team.

Gerbeaud and MatildaBut beyond that soft appearance, Mati is a tough cookie. Gerbeaud and Matilda 3I would NEVER dare to stand behind her and her dinner plate. .. Nobody should.