Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Now that we’ve gotten to know each other a bit, I thought I should introduce you to the lower life forms I share my house with. Jet, that’s not an acceptable way to speak about your feline brothers Puffy and Fluffy. Mom, you should hear how Puffy talks about me. He ALWAYS reminds me: Cats Rule, Dogs Drool. Well, Jet, two wrongs do not make a right, I will speak with him about this. Yes, Mom.
Anyway, as I was going to say before Mom had to get her two cents in. (Jet…) Yeah, I know Mom. When I joined the family, the top priority was to set the pecking order. Koko, well, she immediately informed me that she had no interest in politics. One down, two to go. Upon meeting, Fluffy seemed like a decent guy, the only thing – he NEVER stops talking to Mom. How much can one guy possibly have to say? Then, I met Puffy.
Puffy: Dude, this is my turf.
Me: There’s a new K9 in town.
Puffy: Hiss. Cats Rule, Dogs Drool – SEE MOM, TOLD YOU!
Me: Woof, Woof – I’m bigger and louder. Unlike my sister, I bark and chase and I’m not afraid to go under the bed.
Puffy: A superior feline such as myself can jump higher and outfox you anytime.
Me: Big Woof. I can block the door to the laundry room and you’ll never see your food bowl or litter box again.
Puffy: Who needs this job, I can spend my time much more wisely.
Me: Glad you see it my way.
From my perspective, Jet walked in the house, he looked and sniffed around, we introduced him properly (tush first) to Koko, then, Fluffy, then Puffy. I knew Puffy had been the alpha, so, I anticipated a hiss or two. They stared at each other for what felt like a few minutes and it was all over, Jet assumed the alpha post. Oh, I should mention, that I told all four that I would accept nothing less than a harmonious house. After three years, I recently made a mental note that Puffy and Jet concurrently rested on my bed with me.