The Whiskas Chronicles: Consorting with the Enemy

Posted: January 18, 2009 in animals, Life, Spain, Tenerife

Animal politics, don’t they just do your head in?

Our neighbour has been visiting the UK for a few days. Before she went, she asked us to feed the Disney Gang and the assorted collection of cats that hang about the big house. I think Jesús might have been a bit hurt that she hadn’t asked him as he generally spends more time with the animals (well the dogs anyway) than we do. However, he wasn’t around when she asked and anyway he has a more random approach to feeding times than we do (if you know animals, you’ll know that disrupted routines are enough to send them scurrying to the nearest canine/feline psychiatrist).

Anyway, it gave us the opportunity to get to know the Disney Gang a bit better as it seems that even after 5 years, they still think we’re intruders and bark at us every time we walk up the path to our house (evidence for feline prosecutors – should that be prosecatters – in the ‘dogs are much dumber than us’ argument).

At first it was really nice. The cats, being cats, treated us – once they spotted the bag of cat food in our hands – like long lost buddies who had cat magnets attached to our bodies.
The Disney Gang were a different kettle of fish. Timber capitulated immediately with a goofy ‘feed me and I’ll be your best friend’ approach. Mismo was never a problem anyway and will be pals with anyone who pats him, bless him. Blackie’s always been reserved, lingering close by – just out of touch. But Poppy, Tessie and Nani proved more wary and initially growled quietly when we came to fill their bowls.

However after a couple of days they all realised that we weren’t going to rob the house, or do whatever unwanted intruders get up to in a dog’s mind and accepted us, even allowing some reserved patting. Everything in the garden was rosy until animal politics, in the shape of a white cat with half a tail, got in the way.

Whiskas had obviously heard our voices and clearly didn’t like the friendly tone (the tone that he feels should be exclusively reserved for him) that was being used to talk to the dogs. What was worse though was:

a) That we were feeding the enemy and

b) We were feeding them before we fed him!

From his vantage point on the roof of the dog’s shed he made his grievance known – loudly.
If Whiskas kept his protestations to just the verbals it might have been headache inducing, but we could have lived with it. However this is Whiskas we’re talking about.

In his head he obviously reasoned that if food was being put down by us, he had an automatic right to it. He’s too much of a bricker to tackle the dogs, but the half dozen or so cats were a different matter. He jumped down from the roof and sauntered over to the cat’s feeding area where, amazingly, the other cats backed off in deference to the arrogant bugger. Within seconds he had his head firmly entrenched in one of the bowls. yet still he was going to scoff theirs before coming back to our house and demanding his usual dinner.

Needless to say, the greedy git was chased from the premises (not doing his superior image any good with the other animals); the members of the Disney Gang were only too happy to help out with this task.

Being ‘escorted from the premises’ hasn’t prevented him from returning and trying it on at every feeding time though and we are well and truly in the bad books for our unforgiveable behaviour.

Exclusivity is very important to Whiskas. Not that this has stopped him from turning up at his usual feeding time. Although he is prone to literally biting the hand that feeds him, he doesn’t do it when he’s about to be fed. So I suppose we’ll just have to put up with the shenanigans and the growls of disapproval as he leaves our house each night (tellingly he only growls after he has been fed) until our neighbour returns and everything in the animal world at La Rosaleda returns to normal.


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