We have a Fifty Shades of Yellow Tabby in our cottage. The Yellow Tabby is beaker, our male cat, who seems to have a few loose wires. His girlfriend is Lily, our pit bull/terrior mix puppy who is almost a year old. Fine so far? Just wait.
When these two play, Lily grabs Beaker by the loose skin on the top of his head, or one of his ears, and drags him around. The first time this happened, I intervened only to find, to my amazement, that Beaker was purring. When I broke them up and held Lily by the collar, Beaker looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, as if to say, “Buzz off, we’re playing.” And made no attempt to escape.
So I released Lily and the whole bondage scenario played out again, with Lily the dominatrix and Beaker the client.
I am troubled about Beaker, who thoroughly enjoys this strange version of “play.” I think he’s nuts.
Currently, I am looking for a cat psychiatrist to delve into Beaker’s psyche to see why he purrs when he’s being dragged around by his ear, and why he makes no attempt to get away when I restrain Lily. Fifty Shades of Yellow Tabby, indeed.