When my husband asked why Zeus, the cat, was lying in the dog’s crate I laughed out loud. Was that a serious question? I thought by now we all knew that there were no rules known to a cat when it came to claiming it’s domain.
When Zeus joined our family almost two years ago, we were very naive about feline ways. We were accustomed to dogs, who were somewhat more easily trained, or at least confined by doors and gates when necessary. The kitty, on the other hand, is the master of stealth and teleportation. And we swear he knows how to pick locks.
Back to the dog’s crate. In reality, this particular crate has not felt a dog’s presence in over a year and a half. It was last used by our beloved Billy, a place of security and healing. Until the cat came home, that is.
When our current dachshund, Oz, is kenneled, he actually uses the crate that came with Zeus when we adopted him. There must be some humour in that.
The large dog sized crate that the kitty has chosen for his daily recline, now sits in our living room for Zeus’ benefit. Many times we have thought about folding it up and putting it into storage. Then, as if understanding that we want to remove his private cat cave, Zeus appears, and settles in. Strange how cats seem to read our minds.
Zeus’ main form of exercise is moving from resting place to resting place. From beds, to laundry piles, to sofas, to tables, to chairs, to hidden spots we have not yet discovered; this is how he spends each day. Reading the newspaper, trying to do paperwork or wrapping gifts offer new challenges to the human family members when the cat offers to help.
One of Zeus’ current faves is lying on a pair of canvas slip-on sneakers I once used for quick trips outdoors. Now, if I get the chance to actually wear them, I must first remove the mounds of fur left behind.
And, we can’t forget my son’s blue denim messenger bag. This was one of the first possessions claimed by Zeus. One day my son asked me for advice on removing the kitty from this place of comfort. I said he should shoo him away, or if all else fails, bribe him with food. Next thing I see is my son leaving the house with a backpack instead of the preferred blue denim bag. He decided it was easier to change satchels than to disturb the cat.
I guess we could come up with some plausible reasons for Zeus choosing to lounge in the dog’s crate. But I just feel some things don’t need an explanation. They are just meant to be.