a chewy a day

Yesterday, Ruby had a play date with my friend Carolyn's cat Chewbacca, because Carolyn may keep Ruby when I'm out of town in a few weeks and we wanted to see how Ruby and Chewy got along.

Step 1: adorable tentative touching of noses. 

Step 2: retreating into separate corners of the apartment. 

Step 3: Ruby going on the greeting offense. Hissing, noise-making, etc. from both cats. 

Step 4: Ruby, secure in her dominance, lies on the bed in a position of repose, while Chewy hides under it. Carolyn and I leave to go to the Astros game. 

Oh, that's right. We had seats right behind the dugout. Astros win yayyyyy. 

Step 5 (discovered when we get home): there is a mutual agreement that Ruby can have all high surfaces and Chewy will have all low ones. Ruby is on the kitchen counter, later the bookshelf, and finally he bathroom counter. Chewy tracks her movements from the floor. 

Step 6: in an act of passive aggressive dominance (or something? who knows what cats are thinking) like I have never seen before, Chewy casually goes in Ruby's carrier and refuses to get out, making eye contact with bathroom counter lounging Ruby the whole time. 

Step 7: Chewy is extracted from carrier, Ruby is shoved in it, and night is called a success. 

Step 8: Upon getting home, Ruby pretends like she didn't have a cat food buffet while at Chewy's house. I do not believe her. 

Cat play date: success!