Did I mention that my son and daughter-in-law also have cats? That's right. Two of them. Stella and Boots. And they've been in residence in this house much longer than their canine roommate, Porter, but things have changed since the arrival of the dog. Where before the cats had free run of the house, they are now both living in self-imposed exile - Boots in the guest room and Stella in Jason and Sarah's room. They venture out occasionally during the day for a quick drink or cat box break but other than that, they stay out of the dog's way. I don't think they do it out of fear. I don't think Porter would hurt them if he got a hold of them because I don't think this dog has an aggressive bone in his body. I just think the cats prefer to show their animosity by staying out of sight.
Until night time, that is.
That's when the fun starts.
Since Porter is confined to his crate overnight, the cats celebrate by having a free-for-all in the house that lasts from approximately 1 a.m. to about 5 a.m. I feel like I'm living in that house in the movie "Paranormal Activity" where the homeowners were constantly subjected to all sorts of weird things that went "bump" in the night. I'll just be dozing off when I'll hear some big thump or a crash and for just a moment I forget about the cats and fear someone is breaking into the house. Then one, or both, of the cats will jump up onto my bed and decide it's time to play the "hair chewing game" or the "find my toes under the blanket game." Since we no longer have any cats at our house, I had forgotten how truly evil felines can be. I think they're making me suffer too, simply because I'm taking care of the dog.
For those of you not familiar with the term 'folie a deux' according to Websters it's a condition in which symptoms of a mental disorder, such as the same delusional belief or ideas, occur simultaneously in two individuals who share a close relationship or association. That fits Stella and Boots to a T.
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