Clash of the Titans

We've had a few small additions to the house in the last week. Adam and Holly had to move out of the apartment they've been renting for the past few years because it sold to new owners. They'll only be with us for six weeks or so, and it's been fine so far. BUT, they had to bring their cat with them... and we've got little miss Madison here already. Turns out, Madison is pretty teritorial about the house, and everything in it. Here she is at the left, looking extra terrifying and intimidating. She's a whole 10 lbs of fighting street cat. Unfortunately for her, Reo is bigger and heftier than she is. He weighs in at 14 lbs and is a few inches taller.


Rio, for the most part, minds his own busines. (Side note: Rio has the stinkiest, STINKIEST, cat box on the planet. It wafts throughout the whole house!!) He's not very aggressive, and not really interested in Madison at all. Mostly he hangs out with people and naps on his fleece blanky. It's too bad cats aren't more like dogs. They could just sniff each other and decide from the beginning whether or not they are friends. Cats do much more circling and posturing to determine who's going to strike first. It's like they spend most of their time together dancing with each other.


Here's what it looks like whenever they are in close range to each other. It's the stare down of death, followed by the super-slow-motion slinking: