In an unprecedented alliance, the likes of which have not been seen since Janeway made treaty with the Borg to defeat species 8472, Meeko and Luke have struck an accord.
Luke, naturally, takes no quarrel with the cats on principal. In fact, he’s generally in favor of them with a degree of enthusiasm that often takes them aback – aback couches, atop of furniture, over baby gates... any port in a storm. You can imagine, then, my surprise to find Meeko willing sitting next to Luke and purring while Luke laughed himself silly and jingled his new little toy.
Meeko, you see, has three main objectives in life: 1) pursue human alpha female for love and attention, 2) harvest and dismember socks, 3) attempt to remove infernal collar. (She also has a couple of love affairs going on with the office chair and the Listerine bottle in the bathroom, but let’s set that aside for a moment.) Luke would rather have my attention to himself and cares nothing for socks, but he does have opposable thumbs, and he loves a sparkly.
So when I heard the unlikely pairing of purring and giggling, I looked up from my laptop and peered over the arm of the couch to find Luke proudly jingling his new souvenir collar, while Meeko sniffed it with the air of one who is kicking the recently defeated bad guy just to make sure that he isn’t going to come back to life.
This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.