I don’t know if I mentioned this, but our dear Moose is declawed.  No, we did not do this to him, he was that way when we got him.

I keep a close eye out for Moose because Murphy and Berta both have all their pointy bits and are apt to use them.  Murphy can get a bit too rambunctious and Berta is just a nasty old bitch – sometimes. 

By now, Murphy and Moose are great friends, running around and playing grab ass.  Berta however, has dug her paws in and will growl and hiss at Moose if he gets too familiar.  So Moose tends to give Berta a wide berth – even wider than Berta (already quite wide) requires.

So I’m in the bedroom, getting dressed and my most darling of husbands has brought me my morning cup of coffee (he makes the best coffee).  Murphy is on the corner of the bed and hubby mentions that the two black and brown kitties (being Moose and Berta) are on the other side of the bed (out of view to me).  Darling departs. I continue to get dressed.

Suddenly.

Hiss, yowl, bump.

WTF is going on? 

I leap up (well as much of a leap as this fat old lady can manage).  Go around the bed, and there is Moose looking tres fierce, and Berta is cowering up against the bed!  I pet Moose and let him know it’s okay (whatever “it” is), and he’s undeterred.  He is definitely strutting his stuff.  I pick up Berta and put her onto the bed – she is totally silent, perhaps even stunned.

I go to the kitchen to give Berta her insulin shot and low-carb treats (which Moose also likes – the treats, not the shot). 

No wide berth today, Moose walks right under Berta’s nose and sits down to wait for the treats. 

Well done, Moose.  Well done.

Good friends.