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I think the cats have been eating some sort of plant that puts them momentarily in touch with their wild ancestry/genes. Three times in the past two days they have savagely, viciously attacked the dog. The first was yesterday, out on the porch with mum and dad. Apparently (I was on the front porch) they suddenly leapt at him, clawing, hissing, attacking. I ran out as dad was seperating them, and grabbed Switch, pushed Gwin inside and...they returned to normal cats. I figured he had rolled in a place where a tomcat had sprayed, so Dad hosed Riley off, but the moment they saw him, they growled and advanced and attacked. So into the bathtub Riley went, to emerge smelling like sage and basil a few minutes later. Everything seemed fine, until today when I was sitting at the table on the back deck dialing
missingiris (hello, you have not called me back yet!) and pushed mum's ashtray across the table, scaring Gwin and causing her to run into Riley. She began to grow and I stopped dialing and jumped up just as they attacked him- both cats like little demons going for either end of Riley, fighting like they had suddenly realized they were felines and he was canine and historically, naturally, they were not supposed to be friends. Like their brains switched from domesticated to wild (I felt kind of proud of them, except Riley is clearly terrified and so I feel horrible at the same time) If he was any smaller or less hairy of a dog, he would probably be fairly scratched up by now. I yelled for my dad and pulled/pushed them apart using the phone, until I managed to push Gwin off and get Riley down the stairs- then I grabbed the big broom and held them off, eventually corralling them into Anya's old room upstairs. Now, they are fine again...besides some initial hissing and fur fluffing (especially Switchie, who has brain damage from when her idiot previous owner gave her dog flea medication as a kitten) they have calmed down- I'm sitting on the couch in the living room with them right now, Gwin on the window sill sleeping and Riley on the couch. Neither is making any fuss or noise or anything...so who knows.
missingiris (hello, you have not called me back yet!) and pushed mum's ashtray across the table, scaring Gwin and causing her to run into Riley. She began to grow and I stopped dialing and jumped up just as they attacked him- both cats like little demons going for either end of Riley, fighting like they had suddenly realized they were felines and he was canine and historically, naturally, they were not supposed to be friends. Like their brains switched from domesticated to wild (I felt kind of proud of them, except Riley is clearly terrified and so I feel horrible at the same time) If he was any smaller or less hairy of a dog, he would probably be fairly scratched up by now. I yelled for my dad and pulled/pushed them apart using the phone, until I managed to push Gwin off and get Riley down the stairs- then I grabbed the big broom and held them off, eventually corralling them into Anya's old room upstairs. Now, they are fine again...besides some initial hissing and fur fluffing (especially Switchie, who has brain damage from when her idiot previous owner gave her dog flea medication as a kitten) they have calmed down- I'm sitting on the couch in the living room with them right now, Gwin on the window sill sleeping and Riley on the couch. Neither is making any fuss or noise or anything...so who knows.