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Nap time



It's nap time in the Todd-Niederpruem household. The sound of soft snoring can be heard through our not-so-soundproof, uninsulated walls. It's a nice sound. More of a purr than a snore, really.
Here's a weird phenomenon. Any cat experts out there, please feel free to help explain this one. Abner, by boy, and Mr. Sox, the big bruiser tom cat who came with the house, don't get along very well. That's to be expected. Both are fixed. Abner has declared the inside of the house for himself. Mr. Sox, the outside. The lanai seems to be neutral territory, as the two will sit peacefully out there with us. Anyway, for the second time in the past few days, we've heard kitty fisticuffs, followed by Abner coming home covered with poo. Yuck! He hates it! So do I. It seems Mr. Sox is actually pooping on him somehow to make his point, that under the house is his turf. Is this common? I've never heard of it or seen it, but then I've never had two tom cats trying to share a household before.
Abner gets along well with Lucy, the little female calico who came with the house. And she and Mr. Sox act like an old married couple.
Lucy is very afraid of the dogs. She runs at the slightest glimpse of them, which prompts them to chase her. If she'd just sit still, they would give her a good sniff and be done with it, but she doesn't quite get that yet. Mr. Sox, on the other hand, commands their respect. They give him all the space he requires.
Yes, with three dogs and three cats, we have quite the menagerie here. We wouldn't have it any other way.

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