There is a subtle ballet we play here. No one wants to upset the other – except when we do – so we do a lot of pussyfooting around to avoid conflict.
Today it was me yielding the footrest on the recliner to Andy. Then Dougy showed up but let Andy stay on the footrest. After staring at each other for a bit, Andy left for the guest bedroom rather than “force” Dougy to shoo him off the footrest. (And Dougy was just about to that point, even though he was comfortable on his ottoman…. It’s that cattitude thing.)
Andy arrives at the recliner and gives me the “Move it, buster” stare. He wants the footrest! Yep! That’s my legs he’s stepping over! I move my legs.
“That’s better. And don’t you forget it!” Andy lets me know the footrest is HIS! I’m crosswise in the recliner, my legs over the arm.
Uh oh! Dougy arrives, and it would be like him to kick kitty butt! Andy’s, to be specific. Andy’s on the alert.
The silent stare down commences…
Andy knows his brother. His brother knows him. Today, though, Andy decides not to risk Dougy chasing him off the footrest.
Andy hops down and runs into the guest bedroom. Dougy simply rolls over and takes a snooze on the ottoman. Victory is his! He can take the footrest later. Maybe.
Uh oh! Now Dougy’s giving me the stare down!