He was a long haired, black cat. Very affectionate. He quickly wanted to join Louis and me. He signalled this by taking an incredibly smelly crap in the wee hours one night. Then he began throwing his feces out of the cage. Time to transition to the bathroom!
He did not like sharing me with Louis, an orange and white angora. He wasn’t brutal with Louis. But he engaged in a sort of psychological warfare. Pierre liked the high ground. A filing cabinet was the right height from which to pounce in front of Louis. Then he’d bounce three feet in the air as Louis cowered and LAND with all four feet surrounding him. Louis screamed in fear.
First, I ‘tried Spencer out’ to see that he was okay with Pierre and Louis' new, ‘half cat’ replacement, Rosalind. The dog is a big boy--a Belgian Mallanoire Shepard. Rosalind instantly loved Spencer. “She saw an ally,” my sister said. That was true. Pierre sensed this. Pierre had plans.