The Psycho’s Gotta Go.
Sheba, The Psycho cat next door (who owns the Can Opener’s sister), is really getting under my skin lately. And everyone else’s. When the Can Opener opens the back door to let me out every morning, she feels this breeze against her leg, and a gray blur goes racing past her and straight to my food dish.
When she sees that my food isn’t up to ‘Her Majesty’s’ standards, she growls at the human, or whoever happens to be closeby and takes a swat at them simply because she feels like it.
We used to go back and forth into each other’s houses interchangeably- I’d go into her house and lounge on her cat tree, and we’d pounce on each other from around potted plants, or the front tires of the car in the driveway, and chase each other- playing hide and seek, and we had a lot of fun.
But then one day she came in her house right after I had finally warmed up to her human enough to let her pet me (I like her)! And when she saw her human petting me, she growled and chased me out of the house!
She’s been acting this way for a few weeks now- and we don’t know why unless she’s just jealous of her human petting me. But now our humans are starting to wonder if maybe she’s in pain and needs to see the vet…?
I hope her human gets over her surgery soon and gets her checked out, because I miss my playmate!
It seems like she’s always mad at me now. She always chases me out of her house and won’t play with me anymore (inside). But she comes in my house whenever she pleases and I let her stay. But she warms up to my human for pets and asks for treats, then growls and swats at her if she doesn’t like what she is offered!
What a BRAT! When I had been out and came inside yesterday, she had my golf ball! How RUDE!