This will not end well.

It was bound to happen. Poor Little Bear. So young. So naive. So – well, stupid. And so stuck in the middle of a love triangle.

When the kitten started playing with LB so frenetically, that was nothing. She has the same reaction to an empty ammo box. But it was inevitable that she’d discover LB was also a perfect place for a friendly nap. So warm. So hairy. So patient. So…BIG.

And so the next phase in our squalid little drama involves Zoe as Jezebel.

“I know what you’ve been doing, you … you … HUSSY! You’re corrupting my little boy!”

LB can deal with most situations. Sleep through it, bark at it, or catch it and eat it. But when Momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. And Momma Click ain’t happy. Seeing his Momma Click growling and hissing genuinely upsets Little Bear even when she’s not doing it at him. His reaction to situations he finds both frightening and unsolvable by the usual means is to turn to Daddy for resolution. In short, he wants into my lap. That doesn’t work either. I don’t have the heart to tell him that my answer to any situation involving feuding females is to hide under the bed and hope to remain unnoticed.

Okay, the monster goes back into the loft, a realm Click has never shown the slightest interest in. Things are temporarily back to normal, a new normal I resort to every evening. LB is forgiven for having strayed. This time.

But Momma Click does not forget. Oh, no.