For some reason, I'd been reading the headline of this thread as "Cats in Charge [of humans]," but today I had a flashback.
When I was about 11, my friend's cat had a litter, and I took one of the kittens home, where our dalmation, Pebbles, instantly assumed the motherly role. Living as we did in the suburbs, our animals were free to enter and leave the house at will. One day when both of our quadrupeds were in the yard, a neighborhood dog started to run aggressively towards the cat. Pebbles ran between the two in an effort to protect the cat (Jungle), who in turn stepped between the stranger and Pebbles, arched her back and hissed ferociously, which was plenty to send the other dog to retreat.
"Don't sweat it, Pebs," she seemed to be saying. "I can take care of this little matter myself."
SandyMcKean, on Jul 17 2009, 03:30 PM, said:
No question. In fact, when I was trying to fix on a birthday date for the dog of my adult life, that influenced the choice of date.
I found Loretta in November, and two different vets estimated her age to be four months old. That would put her birth sometime around July. So, I figured, give her Bastille Day as a birthday.
A friend who was both an animal lover and ballet lover, suggested that my dog, Loretta, was a Leo, then proceeded to point out how many Balanchine ballerinas were also Leos -- Kent, Farrell, Adams, etc., etc. Close observation of Loretta revealed many Leo-like qualities (not least of which was her
obsession with cats). So I changed her birthday to July 26, since so many of my close relatives share the 26 date.