The Roost

Who rules the roost at your house?

If you are a cat owner, you know the answer.

As I’ve said before, my female cat was named Chester, and that’s enough to give you problems.

Remember Johnny Cash’s song, “A Boy Named Sue?”

Chester is a fat cat – a black and white tuxedo.

She has her likes and dislikes when it comes to food. But I recently tricked her. She was demanding a treat, but I had run out of them. I filled the container with regular dry cat food. I hope she doesn’t catch on!

She likes to eat early, and her meows get louder and louder. If I don’t promptly respond, she will smack me, pull my hair and jump on top of me, walking up and down. After so much of this treatment, I get up.

I think this is called “feeding on demand.”

I finally broke her of “love bites.” I did not like the marks on my arms. She scared me when she first did it, but I was told that it was her way of showing love.

Well, love me less!

She was an outside cat before she came to live with me. Since I live next to the highway, I have gotten her more satisfied to stay inside – where she can boss me around.

Two dogs have recently come to live with me. Chester let them know right from the start, that she was the boss.

After she slapped them a few times, and roared like a lion, they stay clear.

Sometimes, when the dogs are behaving and minding their own business, Chester will walk over to them, say a few choice words and slap them.

Occasionally, Chester gets a hankering to roam free. When the dogs go outside, she thinks she should go, as well.

One day, I said, “Okay, kids, let’s go.”

I looked down and in front of the door – in a perfect line – was Chester first, then two dogs standing behind her, according to height.

Having a cat can be challenging.

It brings to mind the old saying, “Can’t live with them, and can’t live without them.