Being as I am the only one in my household who possesses opposable thumbs and a debit card, I think it’s fairly clear who is in charge here. Despite their attitudes to the contrary, my four critters do respect me for my ability to open a can or pour food into a bowl.
For the longest time, the second in command was always the cat with the most seniority. Both Nomie and Alaska knew how to work their household status to their own advantages, and rarely was there a question as to who was the Alpha Cat. Usually, Alpha Cat status meant they got their choice of sleeping spot on the bed, as well as being the first to chow down. However, when it came Sasquatch’s turn to assume that mantel he really couldn’t be bothered.
You would think by the sheer number of Sasquatch’s toes – two extra on each paw – that he could make those thumbs oppose if he really wanted. And with opposable thumbs and his sheer bulk, he could challenge me for head of the household. But, no, my gentle giant has no interest in being in charge. He just wants to chill.
Into this leadership void, a most unlikely candidate has stepped up to the plate. The smallest of my crew, weighing in at just four-and-a-half pounds, Mr. Binkles has asserted himself as Alpha Bunny. Granted, I probably shouldn’t be too surprised. When he first entered my life two and a half years ago, Binkles and I battled mightily for household dominance. He laid claim to my couch, my reading chair and even made a play for my bed. I never really understood what completely nasty little creatures these sweet cuddly-looking bunnies could be until I let Binkles into my home. It wasn’t until I got him neutered and then got him a girlfriend that all the bad behaviors finally subsided. Now, with me, he’s my sweet little guy. He’s even a bit of a momma’s boy (much to the annoyance of his girlfriend, Mrs. Peabody).
Yet, it was only the other night that I realized how much the Binks lords it over the other creatures. I mean, I knew he was dominant over Mrs. Peabody. I’ve seen how he sweetly grooms her ears only to turn around and mount her head too many times to know who is in charge in that relationship. I didn’t know, however, how much he bosses the cats around.
Tangerine, my formally feral now just really skittish indoors cat, has come to love this little round fleece nest that used to belong to Alaska. I’ve placed the nest in my bedroom and when she is not curled up with Sasquatch, she sleeps there. That is, unless Mr. Binkles is out and about. When I come home in the evening, I let the rabbits out of their roomy pen for their free range time. After a few laps around the house, usually they settle into their spot du mois and just relax. Binkles has decided that his new most favorite spot in the whole world is Tangerine’s nest. I’ve seen him bully her out of her nest and then just take over – stretching out as big as his little bunny body can be. In theory, they could both fit into the nest, but no, Binkles needs to take over the whole thing.
And when he isn’t hogging Tangerine’s nest, he’ll be in the dining room chewing on Sasquatch’s beloved cardboard box. Sasquatch really enjoys sleeping on cardboard, so when I got a large fairly flat box, I put it on the floor and Sasquatch claimed it as his own. That is, unless Binkles wants to be there. If Sasquatch wanders into the dining room chances are he’s heading over to his box for a nice nap. But, if Binkles is there, he just walks by and heads over to one of his other sleeping spots. He never challenges the little bunny even though Sasquatch could totally kick his ass if he wanted to.
No one seems too bothered Mr. Binkles claim to dominance. They have managed to work it all out between themselves without any intervention from me. So, now all I have to do is kick back and enjoy the show.