Posted on 09/20/2008 10:41:04 AM PDT by pharmamom
Q2’s tale of climbing the mutton bars made me think of one of our many feline roommates while we were growing up. LC, so imaginately named because she was a little cat, was minding her own business in the dinette, grooming or sleeping or otherwise catting around aimlessly, when a human in a moment of brain spasm sicced the dog on her. (Just for fun; the dog never inflicted any damage.) Up the mutton bars goes LC, all the way up to the valance over the window, hanging there with her eyes spinning wildly and peeing everywhere.
We had another kitty, Muffler, who was less easily intimidated by the dog and much smarter. (He was named Muffin when we thought he was a she, but then got renamed Muffler when we found out about the male parts.) He put up with the dog day after day, biding his time. Then one night, poor old dog wanders from the family room toward the kitchen, going to get a drink of water. Muffler waits until dog is almost to the water bowl, waits, waits, then goes racing through the house, jumps up on the kitchen counter and leaps from the counter, through the air, onto the dog’s back—claws out. It was a beautiful thing, a work of art.
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He’s scary.
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