Anyway, he’s quite old by cat standards. Middle-aged at the
very least.
Late last year, Rufus’ long-term companion Dudley died and
we got a new cat, Simba.
Dudley was of indeterminate but great age. He was fully
grown when we got him and he lived for at least twelve more years. My wife may
correct me on these details – the point is not the precise number. The point
is, he was spectacularly old.
Anyway, imagining that (i) Rufus would be lonely and (ii)
that this time (contrary to all
previous experience) the kids would be interested in a new animal for more than
a couple of days and that the new animal would not spend its entire life in
hiding from the kids, we got Simba.
That was the name he came with, and the children insisted we
keep it.
Anyway, Simba is now around two years old. So he’s a lot
younger than Rufus.
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| New boy Simba |
As you might expect, they do not get on brilliantly.
Although they have settled into a tolerable routine, it is premised on Rufus
bullying Simba whenever he gets the chance. He has even started to bully the
dog a bit, sitting in her beds for pure wind-ups.
At the same time as this new side has come out in Rufus, he
has also pretty much DOUBLED his weight in the last six months. The long hair (semi-long hair, Elvira would correct me) in the picture above conceals it a bit - but it's basically the same thing as an enormously fat man wearing a even-more enormous football shirt to conceal his blobby contours.
Rufus was never much of an athlete, and he still isn’t. So
it’s not like he has stopped exercising.
The only thing it can be is that Rufus is eating EVERYTHING
he gets the chance to eat.
The question is, is he doing this to intimidate Simba or to
protect himself? Or, has he just decided, “Look at that young guy – I can’t
keep up with him. And as I had my balls chopped off nine (or ten) years ago,
what’s the point?”
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| I literally don't give a toss |
