Bonnie & Clyde, My 2 Cats, Fought Over Me
Cats Fight Over Their Owner's Attention
I'll tell the facts as they happened, and then you can be the judge as to whether or not I'm imagining it:
Early on into my marriage, we adopted two kittens, a brother and sister. The female was a calico, and the male was Siamese (Later on, the Siamese grew more colors until he looked like a male calico). My wife named them Bonnie, and Clyde. As they grew, they played with each other, they occasionally washed each other, they ate together, and napped together. When I sat at my desk, both would sit on my lap. When they got too big for both to fit on my lap, they had to take turns. Often, if Clyde came late, he would jump up, assess the situation, and usually leave. If Clyde were first on my lap, when Bonnie came, she usually wiggled her way into a comfortable situation, which resulted in Clyde leaving.
Clyde was my favorite, because he was more gentle and humble, and he talked to me quite a bit. Bonnie hardly said anything. Clyde often "pumped" my arm or stomach with his paws. Bonnie didn't do that as much, and if she did, her claws dug into my skin. To this day, she doesn't know how to control her claws. And they're sharp!
One day, I was sitting at a table, doing some writing on a piece of paper. The cats were well into adulthood. I was sitting at the end of the table. Around the table were other chairs. At the other end of the table, Clyde jumped up onto a chair, then onto the table. As he approached me, Bonnie jumped up onto a chair that was closer to me, took some quick steps, and plopped down on the paper in front of me -- in a prone position!
Let me tell you that I've never seen a cat make such a decision so quickly. Usually they smell around, or look at me and carefully look over the situation, or seek some loving before sitting down. At first they sit, not lie down, until more time has passed, if I don't shoo them away first. This time, it was done in one sweeping motion.
As soon as Bonnie had done this, Clyde stopped and promptly yowled at Bonnie, hissing at her. I could have sworn that his tone and the look in his eye showed surprise that Bonnie would actually do this, when Clyde was first on the table!
Bonnie accepted the challenge, stood up and braced herself, yowling back. They then came together in a fight like I've never seen before. They were growling and hissing and thumping away. There was even fur flying everywhere!
When they were done, Clyde, as he worked his tongue to get fur out of his mouth, slowly and almost imperceptibly backed away. After he jumped off the table, Bonnie sat back down in front of me. I tenderly scolded Bonnie and moved to another place, making sure the cats could see that I was not rewarding Bonnie for her space hijacking.
After that, I could more easily see the relationship between the two: Bonnie was more bossy, and ruled. Clyde, though bigger, was humble, but he still talked to me more than Bonnie did. I talked back to Clyde with my man-made meows and purrs, making sure he knew I didn't think any less of him for being a wimp, but I still managed to love both my felines.