Where to begin.
I’m a Jack Russell Terrier. I know it and They knew it way before there was any talk of bringing me into the family.
That doesn’t mean good things for cats.
But as a bonus, it doesn’t mean good things for rats, voles, moles, groundhogs, skunks (That was, upon reflection, a mistake.), and various other varmints, critters, and freeloaders that roam the land in search of an easy food ticket.
They like cats – though They didn’t have any at the time. So, it was decided that I would not be allowed to spend my puppydom basking in the one-on-one attention that puppies deserve, and instead I would get the raw deal of sharing it with a kitten.
That kitten was Pepper.
The Girl picked her out of a litter of five other black balls of ‘pick-me-I’m-so-freaking-cute’ because she had blue eyes. They brought her home and we stayed on opposite sides of a bathroom door sniffing each other for a week. I had her number from the very first sniff. A people pleaser and all around goody-two-shoes.
As soon as that sneaky cat felt safe she changed the color of her eyes – total bait and switch – and my cat purgatory began in earnest.
She’s one of the Three Untouchables now. I cannot tell you what it does to the self-esteem of a proud JRT covered in catsmell (not catblood) when he meets other terriers on a walk. Like I said – A Raw Deal.
As cats go, she’s pretty chill. She knows just what They want – soft fur (whatever), sleek coat (again, whatever), and the ability to sit in front of a ball without twitching (wha…nevermind). She hangs out at parties and gets to sit in laps that will have her and I don’t see her getting pushed off the couch in the middle of the day.
That’s petism, if anyone cares.
Just remember, dog, you are lucky your master Pepper allows you to stay in the house.
Pepper tries to tell him this every day!
As you are aware, they are very proficient with their mind control techniques.
If Mungo needs someone to commiserate with, he can chat with Winston and Gracie. He’ll find them on their perch on my chest,