There is some kind of feline cold war going on in my house. We picked up a new cat yesterday, and named her Kaylee which goes right along with our other cat(s) names, Malcolm and Inara (the cat that ran away…she left Serenity). Right now, Kaylee is hiding under the couch, and growling at Mal when he walks by, Mal reciprocates by hissing at her at any given opportunity and generally acting like a dick.
I’m not sure which cat in this equation is the USA and which one is the former USSR, but I’m actually quite pleased that they have not broken out into outright hostility. I imagine that’s a good sign.
If I ever convince Mrs. Ahab to get a dog, we’re naming him Jayne, and buying him a collar that says “The Hero of Canton.”