Just won the battle - we'll see if I've won the Wee Wee War ...

Saturday was the first time The Boyfriend had come over to my place since the last journal entry. W2 hissed at him a couple of times on Saturday but nothing more aggressive than that, and not enough in my estimation to warrant beating on him to show him who was boss. He even slept in the bed with us without incident, and was a little angel pie when I scratched his head and cuddled him in the middle of the night, purring and licking me and making his little “kitty love me” sounds. I even indulged myself in thoughts that we might even be turning a corner in our little situation and W2 was maybe finally getting used to The Boyfriend. Turns out he was just waiting for his chance to attack.

In the morning (Sunday) The Boyfriend hopped out of bed, went downstairs and started making me breakfast while I sat upstairs in my office doing a bit of work. W2 was okay with The Boyfriend staying in my bed, but didn’t like him actually moving around “his territory.” So he followed him into the kitchen and started howling at him like never before, truly a hair-raising banshee cry from the bowels of hell. Even my mom, who was on the phone with me when Wee Wee started howling, heard the sound as it drifted up from downstairs and said, “What the heck is that!?! What’s going on over there?!!!” She didn’t even realize it was W2 howling, because it didn’t even sound like a cat’s howl. He was out to create some real damage. He lunged at The Boyfriend, who quickly sidestepped him and yelled for me to come quick. I put the phone down, grabbed a hand towel, ran downstairs, ran up to W2 and, staring into his eyes the whole time without glancing away from him to show that I was the dominant cat, snapped the living cr*p out of him with the towel as hard as I could, again, and again, and again, and again, chasing him all the way upstairs with it, snapping him 3 times on the stairs, and yelling at him at the top of my lungs nonstop. Every few feet W2 stopped, turned back, crouched and hissed and tried to challenge me to let me know he wasn’t going to be towel-snapped into submission, and would have lunged at me probably if I hadn’t had the towel, but I kept yelling, chasing and snapping his arse all the way into the guest bedroom, snapped him hard a few times in the guest bedroom for good measure, and slammed the door and locked him up. Then I calmly picked the phone back up, and my momma was still hanging on the line waiting for me. She had heard the commotion as it was taking place and asked in her Alabama accent, “So, did you beat on him?? Sounds like you did good!”

Two hours later, I let W2 out of the bedroom. I was expecting him to be really ornery, but he followed me into my office meowing, acting completely normally, and loving on me like nothing had ever happened!!!!!!! The rest of the day, all Sunday night and all Monday morning, for as long as The Boyfriend was still here W2 hid in a new “undisclosed location” that I haven’t been able to figure out. The minute The Boyfriend left yesterday, W2 emerged from wherever his hiding place is, and started loving on me again, and was all up in my face for the rest of the day like white on rice, seeking out my lap every fifteen minutes.

Crazy godd*mn cat.