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Peace

by Vicky Chapman, NSW, Australia

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There was a cease-fire declared in my house last night for the first time since Fluffy arrived. Shmoggleberry allowed Fluffy to get within whopping distance, yet sat quietly, eyes in front. Shmogg neither ignored Fluffy with intent, or hissed and threatened him. For once in his life, wasn't bothered, one way or the other, by the fact that Fluffy was well within whopping range. Fluffy, for her part, didn't try to chew Shmoggleberry's ears, or sniff his bottom. Fluffy, too, was sitting quietly, eyes in front, barely noticing that her second favorite plaything, producer of her very favorite snack, and savage adversary was sitting so close, and didn't seem to mind that her muzzle was well within reach of Shmoggleberry's razor sharp claws.

Both sat in the kitchen for over an hour, pretty as a picture, as mirror-image like as a dog and a cat can get. Both facing intently in the same direction, both quietly concentrating on the very same thing. For the very first time, both had exactly the same thoughts in they're heads, and realised that they'd have to make a peace treaty if they wished to achieve their mutual goal, as neither could achieve it by themselves.

Neither of them managed to steal the pork roast that they had been staring at with lascivious passion, but both of them got plenty when I finally shooed them far enough out of the kitchen to open the oven door. Moments later, the delicate pact had been dissolved as they both tried to steal each others pork bits, neither noticing that the parts that they themselves had were just as good as the ones that the other had, after all, that wouldn't be war. Both are absolutely certain that Joel & I favour the other one.

But it was nice, just for a while, to see them both in exactly the same drooling position, both staring intently at the oven door, both wishing for opposable thumbs. I just wish I had a picture to record the historic occasion. At least I have a good excuse to cook another Sunday roast for all the family, four legged or otherwise.

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