Meet Sarkozy, Sarko for short. His namesake is you-know-who! 🙂
His mummy told us he’s really a scaredy cat – the original. Well, that’s what she says, but he looks scary to us – very large – he’s as big as Georgie!
On the first day when we arrived, Georgie and I were terrified to see them both at Tati’s house. We barked at them but were firmly told that they are not going away and we needed to respect them.
I shrieked and ran away as fast as I could. I jumped on the sofa where Mummy was sitting. George hurriedly came over to where we were and stood watch next to me, as I crouched – scared out of my life by a cat! George and I thought we better team up! But scaredy Sarko, true to what his mummy said, ran up the stairs and peered down at us from the safety of heights.In fact he was so scared, he went to sit on the window sill so we could not get him.
It’s Day 2. We are still very nervous when the cats appear. Bacchus especially wants to put us in our places. He would go about doing his thing but when it’s time for food, he comes around and takes presides over the place. He watches our every move.Since being told off from day 1, I know to stay away from Bacchus. We even get locked out of the kitchen when they are feeding.As I looked in at them – longingly for the food.
George on the other hand tries to get to know them. He tries to engage them and wishes they would play with him. He tries to get closer to each of them individually … and then he gets scared when he gets too close.
Just when we thought he might be succeeding, his fear would get the better of him. In one instance, both George and Sarko scared each other so much they both squealed with fear as they both ran away in the same direction. It was rather hilarious to watch.
May’s comment: The dynamics are funny to watch but also a bit nerve wrecking if they would hurt each other out of fear.
Back home, Darcy respects our neighbourhood cat. But George did not know any better and got hissed by him. Ever since then he’s been unsure about cats.