I share my 989 square foot home with an old stray cat named Molly and old stray dog named Hobbie (pronounced HO Bee, he’s my dog so I can spell his name anyway I want). Molly was a pregnant dumpster cat that was found by an exes mom and Hobbie just showed up one day on front lawn. Molly was about five or six and Hobbie was just a puppy, not even a year old.
The three of us have lived in relative harmony for over ten years now. When they were younger they would give each other fits, “arguing” and “fighting” every chance they got. Now they are like an old married couple. They have their moments, but for the most part the just go about their business in the house with nary a peep, bark, or hiss at each other. Occasionally one will try to sneak the others food, but other than that and arguing over who gets the recliner they get along fine.
The strangest thing has happened over the past year or so, and I am just really starting to notice it. It is like the two of them have switched brains. I know they say that couples who have been together for a long time start to act and sound like each other, but this is rather peculiar. For years Molly would sit for hours grooming her paws, legs and face, while Hobbie would sit and stare at you while you ate, hoping to somehow use some telekinetic force to cause a piece of meat to fall off the plate. Now, it’s Hobbie that spends his days licking his paws, wiping his face, cleaning his legs, and any other part he can reach, while Molly has staring contests with you trying to convince you to toss her a piece of whatever you are eating.
When this started I thought that Hobbie might have gotten into something or had something stuck in his paw. Not so. He has been come a neat freak. He refuses to lay on his blankets if they get smelly. He’ll pass on drinking out of the water bowl is there are “floaters” in it, and this was the same dog, who five years ago, drank from the toilet. He has decided to become the Felix Unger of the dog world.
Molly on the other hand has become something of a Jack Dawkins, deftly snatching something from your plate before you even realize that she has. She’s learned to open the container where her cat food is kept, and helps herself when she sees fit. Not to worry, she has a bowl that is well stocked and away from the dog, so it’s not like she’s underfed.
Where Hobbie once constantly wanted petted and played with, he now prefers to lie in repose watching TV and snoring. Molly on the other hand wants to constantly be petted, going so far as to climb on the desk and stare me eye to eye while I try to type. It is one of those, “Pay attention to me or I will do something unspeakable to the keyboard” looks, and so she gets petted for a few and then shooed away.
It really does seem as though they have switched brains, which brings me to my theory. I think that Dr. Evil (for those that don’t know who that is, look up Austin Powers) snatched them up one night and did a brain transfer in some secret laboratory on a volcanic island and then returned them before daybreak.
Or, maybe they are just getting old, and I watch too many bad movies.