My Cat is a Cat Jerk

This is Q-ee (pronounced Cue-ee). He's a jerk. Don't get me wrong. We love him to death. But he's a jerk.

Now we have a bit of a strange dynamic going on at my house. We have two cats and one dog. We got a cat first. Then added the dog. The original cat didn't like the dog too much at first, but now they're friends. Then we got Q-ee. Now he wants to be friends with the old cat (Basil), but she won't be friends with him. (Sometimes I think Basil needs a throat lozenge for all the hissing she does at him.) On the other hand, our dog (Tex) WOULD like to be friends with Q-ee, but just to make everything difficult, Q-ee wants no part of Tex. In fact, Tex is somewhat afraid of Q-ee. Q-ee will actually GO AFTER Tex just to try to swipe him (oh and by the way, Tex is a big black 65lb. german shepherd/husky mix). Although, to his credit, every now and then Tex gets to the point where he's had enough and he makes a big show of growling and barking and he'll corner Q-ee and then Q-ee leaves him alone for a few days. But then he goes right back to antagonizing Tex. And I don't think any of this discord bothers Q-ee in the slightest. In fact yesterday, he walked right up to Basil and plopped himself down. She starts hissing at him. You know what he does? He yawns. Then he sticks his leg out, pauses, then starts cleaning his leg. You might think that maybe he's deaf and doesn't hear all that hissing. Believe me, this cat is not deaf. He can hear a can of cat food being opened from any location in this house. This cat lives for food. In fact, we've trained him to come when we call by rewarding him with treats. Kinda funny how we call him though. I don't know why or how we started doing this, but if you know the 50s song "Sea Cruise" the end part of the chorus goes, "Woo-ee, woo-ee baby, won't you let me take you on a Sea Cruise". Well we sing it with, "Q-ee, Q-ee baby..." instead. So whenever we want to call him, we sing that chorus. Silly, I know. And he always comes a runnin' 'cause he knows that's his song and it always ends with something yummy to eat. The bad part of this, is that guess what I had to sing around my neighborhood when he escaped one day? Yep. There's me, singin' "Q-ee, Q-ee baby..." at the top of my lungs up and down the street. Bad Idea Jeans on that one.

Anyway, what prompted this post was not the normal jerky things he does (drink out of our cups, sit on our laptops (while we're using them), stealing chicken drumsticks right out of DD's hand (he actually did that once - now DD knows to hold on tighter, ha ha)), but yesterday I was sitting in our sunroom, where incidentally our dog loves to park himself. Tex wasn't in there though for some reason. Q-ee was sitting with me. All of a sudden I hear the jingle of his collar and I hear him coming downstairs. So you know what Q-ee does? He gets up off the couch, moseys over, and sits right smack dab in the middle of the sunroom doorway. So the dog won't come in. There's poor Tex on the other side, wagging his tail, looking at me. Whining. Q-ee, not movin. HE IS SUCH A CAT JERK!

(Yes, I made Q-ee move so Tex could come in.)

The end.