Shinobi is my brother-cat. Although we have only lived together for a bit less than a year, we are the same age – we both turned two. Me in October, him in November.
Shinobi was adopted through a no-kill shelter when he was still a kitten. He was the one who told me about the other dog who had lived here before I came. He won’t speak about him much though. Shinobi has told me a few stories about his life before me. Like how he and my humans lived with a bunch of other humans and their cats for a time. He doesn’t mind being around a dog or two, but living, playing and sleeping with a pack of cats is something he really misses.
Anyway, more about me.
When I was first rescued, it took a while for Shinobi and I to become friends. Me, because I’d never met a cat before and didn’t know how to act around one. Him, because…….well, sometimes Shinobi is just grouchy and set in his ways.
Over time Shinobi has taught me many things. He is the one who taught me how to play chase – my very favorite game in the whole wide world. Because of him I learned the joys of wet cat food – most likely the best tasting treat going. Well ok, second best only to freeze-dried liver. He showed me the pure bliss that is laying in a sunbeam early in the afternoon. He taught me that the best place to sleep is on the humans’ pillows and he taught me about the treat cupboard. He’s a good cat that way.
Shinobi usually sleeps in bed at night, often mere inches away from me. However a strange thing seems to happen every morning: I wake up suddenly with the inane need to get the cat! Typically this happens before the morning alarm sounds so the humans are less than pleased to be woken up with my cries of panic that I’ve discovered the cat in the bed. It usually takes only a couple nips or pounces on the cat to persuade him to leap off the bed and flee for his life, with me in hot pursuit. There are mornings that Shinobi wakes before me. When this happens, he makes sure to walk on me to wake me up and get the game started.
Now before you start rising up against my “feline abuse,” let me set a few things straight. Shinobi does start the game almost as often as I do. A nip, or even a full-on bite from me rarely results in anything more than a bit of drooled-on fur. The cat needs only to jump on a chair to be out of my reach. And don’t forget, he has claws. Have you ever been on the business end of an annoyed cat’s paws? It hurts. Thankfully Shinobi’s smacks are usually as harmless as my nips.
So I guess it really is a myth that cats and Pugs can’t live together in harmony. In every good relationship you need to have a balance. There are times to snuggle, there are times to play and there are times when you just need to get the cat!