Stumble It!
Shocked at our unkindness
Baby checks out the local fauna this afternoon in the countdown to supper. Only an orange tabby appeared in the west forty.
Black Cat followup. Yesterday morning we heard the usual caterwauling as Babe, out on his tether, went nose to nose with the intruder. Then things turned nasty, with tooth and claw, not to mention hissing and spitting and plucking off the fur. We ran out to referee and found ourselves rapping Black Cat on his muzzle. He looked shocked at our unkindness -- this hurts me more than it does you? -- and then, in the twinkling of any eye, Tiny burst through the back door, untethered, and ran him off the premises.
Tiny poses atop the dining room table in the light fantastic of the setting sun this afta.
Between our nose rap and Tiny's summary dispatch, Black Cat got the message. We haven't seen him around here since. We did have a brief psychotic episode as we saw Tiny dashing towards the front of the yard -- with the deadly highway beyond -- in pursuit of the enemy, frantically screaming to her to "Come here!" Interestingly, she has always been particularly responsive to panic in our voice, and as soon as she had chased the furry fellow beyond the fence, Tiny returned and allowed us to pluck her up and bring her back inside as a neighborhood child and his dog from a house north of us beyond the great retaining wall looked on in horror.
Update: Whoops . . . We Almost forgot to put in a good word for the wonderful, marvelous Carnival of the Cats #145 at Watermark:
Let's begin with Laurence Simon's (our honorable founder) very particular plea for a very particular peer: Catblogger in need of our help posted at this blog is full of crap. And let me add mine: I love Mog's cat photos. I want 2007 to be full of them. If I could help, I would. If you can, please do.
We second the emotion. We love her cat photos so much that we drink our morning coffee out of Mind of Mog mugs daily.
Update II: Lots more animals now boarding Modulator's Friday Ark. #120.
I am trying very hard to envision my Blogmother taking on a neighborhood stray to protect the Chelsea Grays.
Must have been quite a show, Sissy.
Happy New Year to you all.
Posted by: pb | January 04, 2007 at 10:31 PM
whew...
i got worried there for a moment...
hoping the black cat is happy wherever that kitten roams to as well.
i still feel cursed personally.
all i know is one kind of luck, perhaps i should start pulling for unethical democrats, so they will feel the jinx as well.
Posted by: hnav | January 04, 2007 at 11:39 PM
I feel so bad for the black kitty. All I could think of was that the black cat had the good taste to want to come see y'all. And then I thought of my beloved Sam who was unloved and unwanted the first 16 months of his life (a period of his life long since behind his rather ample and extravagently beloved self)and if somebody ran him off when he was looking for love in all the wrong places!
Glad Tiny and Baby protected the homestead though. That's their job and why they get paid with all the attention and affection!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | January 05, 2007 at 10:23 AM
hnav - do NOT feel cursed personally because you are not. Good heavens, have I not told you how I value your friendship? And I know I'm not the only one. You are a unique and very delightful person.
Posted by: Gayle Miller | January 05, 2007 at 03:23 PM
" We did have a brief psychotic episode "
I am relieved it was brief.
I love the stories you tell about Baby and Tiny.
Cat adventure stories !
Posted by: Tara | January 05, 2007 at 04:54 PM
WARNING! WARNING!! Not in lockstep with other giants (cough) of conservative thought!
Why We Hate Cats: Bird Flu Spreader & Masculinity Test
http://www.debbieschlussel.com/archives/2006/03/why_we_hate_cat.html
Posted by: LanceThruster | January 05, 2007 at 11:44 PM