Dee lifted the blanket off the crate and let Daisy out. She jumped back, "Oh my god!" This isn't very Dee-like. She's a paramedic with years of military experience and doesn't rile easily. I'm immediately curious and anxious. I'm the jumpy one. Margeaux had just walked out of Daisy's crate. Daisy followed. I was incredulous. How did it happen? Was she okay? WHY?! Tell me WHY!???
Dee recounted how when she went to put Daisy in her crate that she stood in the doorway and didn't want to go in and it took a nudge to get her inside. She put the blanket down (like on a canary cage) and left for a little while. When the crate-front is open, the cats will taunt the dog and it just helps her to calm down. Dee peeked in later and Daisy was asleep. I suppose Margeaux was too. When the crate was opened, Margeaux dominantly sauntered out, her hair matted from dog-tongue in a little gray ridge down her back. She looked at Dee as if to say, "whatchoo lookin' at, meatbag?" She has no problems expressing her opinion.
I was glad Daisy hadn't killed the crazy cat. We laughed that they took a nap together and it further convinced me that Margeaux is the instigator. We know it's true.
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