UNLIKE STEVIE, it can be hard to tell what your cat may be up to, cats are subtle creatures. Matthew Inman's oeuvre is available at Amazon and elsewhere.
A tail dragging romp through the swamps of the world
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Pussy paranoia . . .
UNLIKE STEVIE, it can be hard to tell what your cat may be up to, cats are subtle creatures. Matthew Inman's oeuvre is available at Amazon and elsewhere.
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This is my, Happy New Year cat story.
Myself and extended family were moving to a different part of the province. As houses sold, we all ended up in my house.
My son and daughter-in-law have dogs. I have a little black cat. One day while at the computer. I heard one of the dogs whining. I called out and asked, what was wrong with the dog? My daughter-in-law said. The cat was in the pathway and wouldn't let the dog by. I'm thinking WHAT!! She's just an innocent little cat. A little peanut beside any of the dogs. However, I said nothing to argue that point.
My cat was accused of, chasing the big dog around the kitchen. She was accused of, chasing one of the dogs around the yard. She sat in front of the water bowl and wouldn't let the dogs have a drink. She sat in the doorway and wouldn't let the dogs in the house. I'm thinking. My cat is such a, clever little Einstein mouse catcher, to plan all of that.
THEN ONE DAY. My daughter-in-laws Mom was in the laundry room. The basement stairs were there. The dogs were in the basement. My son was getting the dogs dinner bowls ready. The cat wandered into the laundry room. She positioned herself around the corner of the basement stairs. As each dog went tearing by, she swatted each one of them. Scared each of them to death. They slipped, skittered on the slippery floor and landed on their butts.
I had to revise my thinking, about my innocent little cat. She was terrorizing the dogs and loving it. I began watching her. She planned her attacks exactly, for the utmost of maximum results. I was in total disbelief, at how devious she was. She actually thought her attacks out, right to the last detail. She was certainly not dumb. I was.
Love, love, love that photo. So true.
Some friends of ours had two Siamese and a terrier. The cats would get the dog to chase them around and around, then lead him into the hallway where they would leap out of the way, leaving the dog to skid on the scatter rug and crash against the wall. Worked every time. You could hear them laughing, too.
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