A Joint Publication Nobody Agreed To Β· Est. When They First Shared A House
The Cat’s Quarterly & The Dog’s Daily Bark!
Two species. One house. Zero consensus on basically anything.
This publication represents the first-ever joint editorial collaboration between cats and dogs. The cat did not agree to this. The dog agreed enthusiastically, twice, and then forgot it had agreed and agreed a third time. We proceed regardless. What follows are two simultaneous accounts of the same domestic situation, filed by parties who share a home but not, apparently, a reality.
Filed Under: Domestic Grievances
The Cat’s
Official Position
Dictated, not written. I don’t do manual labor.
Rating period: The last time I was in the mood to evaluate. Overall performance: Marginal.
πΎ Breaking News from the Living Room
The Dog’s Side!!!
An enthusiastic first-person account (also the only kind this reporter knows)
I love them so much I don’t have adequate words. These are my best attempts.
Dispatches from the Cultural Divide
“We live together. Therefore, you serve.”
“We live together. Therefore, we are the same! Best friends! Pack! Forever!”
“Issue confirmed. User error. Resolution timeline: unspecified.”
“Have you tried being happier?? Did you try the ball?? Let’s try the ball!!”
“I keep a detailed spreadsheet. Current balance: you owe me seventeen apologies, two of which require flowers.”
“Wait, were we fighting? I forgot. Do you want to go outside? I want to go outside.”
“The dog’s energy is a municipal code violation and I intend to report it.”
“I think the cat is just playing hard to get. We’re going to be best friends. I’ve decided.”
My official position is that the dog and I have nothing in common and I would not describe what we have as a relationship. My unofficial position β which I will deny if asked β is that I have slept pressed against it on seven separate cold nights and found the arrangement satisfactory on a purely thermal basis. This is not to be used against me in any proceeding.
The cat is confusing and exhausting and I’ve been trying to be friends with it for three years. But I’m not giving up. I have never given up on anything except the time I forgot what I was barking at halfway through barking. The cat and I are going to be friends. I’ve decided. The cat doesn’t know yet. It will be a surprise. The best kind.
Late-Night Confessions
from the Same Couch
“I have been watching the dog sleep for eleven minutes. It twitches when it dreams. It is probably dreaming about something stupid. I have not moved. I don’t know why I haven’t moved. I am warm.”
“THE CAT IS NEXT TO ME. THE CAT CHOSE TO BE HERE. I AM NOT MOVING. I WILL NEVER MOVE. THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE.”
“They’re not as incompetent as my official assessments suggest. They did remember to open the window exactly when I wanted it. I am choosing not to escalate my rating, but I am noting the improvement internally.”
“They came back again today. I can’t explain how they keep doing this. Every single time, they come back. I will never not be amazed by this. Never.”
RATIFIED
BY THE
CAT
A Modest Peace Treaty
Between the Parties
After extensive negotiations β by which we mean the dog enthusiastically agreed to everything and the cat stared at the wall β the following terms have been tentatively established, pending ratification by parties who may or may not choose to ratify them:
The dog agrees to bark at the doorbell no more than four times per event. The cat agrees to sleep in its own designated spaces at least once per month. Both parties agree that the warm patch of sunlight in the hallway is common territory, governed by a first-come, first-served arrangement the cat reserves the right to renegotiate at will.
The humans are thanked by the dog with enormous, undiscriminating love, and acknowledged by the cat with a performance-review score that, while failing to meet industry benchmarks, represents a measurable improvement over last quarter. The quarterly cuddle has been penciled in. Exact date: unconfirmed.
The cat and dog agree on one thing, and one thing only, which neither will ever say out loud: the house would be worse without the other in it. This finding is sealed. It does not appear in the minutes. It never happened.