I might be a scaredy cat but I love to play outside in my back yard. I iz sweet and cute. |
Meet Ranger, my dashing Irish Setter. Playful, curious, and full of adventure, he is an alert hunter who is always on guard for any signs of excitement.
This back yard belongs to me. Don't mess. |
Today, I was sitting on the couch, working through some problems for my upcoming trigonometry class. Yes, this is what I like to do on a Sunday afternoon. Ranger was curled up beside me, dozing lightly yet still on red alert for any clues that something interesting might be about to happen.
Just remember, Mom, cosine is positive in the first and fourth quadrants. Wake me up if you need any more help.. |
The cats, as usual, were scattered here and there throughout the house and yard. It's hard to keep track of those slinky dudes.
Let's be honest. We own these beds. |
Suddenly, there arose from the backyard the unmistakable wailing and yowling that can only mean one thing:
CAT FIGHT.
At the first set of screeches, my pen froze in mid-air and Ranger's head popped up from his paws. His ears tilted into maximum listening position as I quickly put my kitty voice recognition skills to work.
Yes. I have such things. Every good kitty mama does. And I immediately knew that one of my babies was in trouble.
After a momentary pause, a second round of pandemonium broke loose. Ranger bounded off the couch and landed at the back door in one smooth, seamless motion.
Lemmeout, lemmeout, lemmeout!! |
We both saw right away that poor Sirius was indeed the victim of a feline perpetrator. In the garden at the far edge of the yard, a neighborhood cat was pinning Sirius down and doing heaven knows what to him behind the cover of some faded hosta leaves.
No, it wasn't a stone bunny. It was a big black cat and it was hurting me! |
For his part, little Sirius saw his opening. As the attacking cat zigged to the right, he quickly looped to the left, cutting a wide berth around Ranger and dashing to the back door for all he was worth. I scooped him up as he crossed the threshold, and he quivered and shook in my arms.
Poor little baby.
I walked him around the circuit of the house, just as I used to pace with my distressed human babies, cooing and soothing him. Still, the dear fellow trembled and squirmed. So I set him free to seek out his own safe place, and he quickly slipped underneath my first-born's bed.
This is my favorite bed because the red and white comforter brings out my extreme handsomeness. |
Mission accomplished. |
And we can only wonder what became of the other cat.
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I've written more stories about my cats. But wait. That doesn't make me a crazy cat lady, does it?
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