There’s been a (new?) cat hanging around our place lately. Personally, I don’t care – I generally like cats. However. The dogs – well, mainly Molly – think that cats are an extreme threat to our general well-being, and will not hesitate to loudly inform us that there is yet another C.A.T. threat outside. Aside from the fact that they do this at inconvenient times, like when Carrie is sleeping, it doesn’t bother me so much. In fact, I’ve always wondered what Molly would actually do if she met a cat face-to-face, and figured she’d run away in terror. Hah!
So, this morning, this strange cat was loitering in the street at the end of our driveway. I nearly lost an arm trying to keep Molly under control. She’s never really gone that berserk when she’s outside and sees a cat, but this one in particular was obviously especially threatening.
And then this evening happened. My mom had walked home with me, and when she walked in the door the dogs started going nuts, so I let Murphy out the front door leash-less because he has a tendency to piddle when very excited. Only, instead of just Murphy going out, peeing, and coming right back in, both dogs tore out of the door. The C.A.T. was standing in our driveway – I think he was smirking, too!
I have never seen my dogs go that insane before. They actually managed to reach the cat before he had the good sense to take off, and Molly knocked him onto his back. Luckily, the cat escaped and streaked across the road to hide under a truck in the driveway across the street. Equally luckily, there were no cars coming when he did this, or when my idiot dogs followed him. Since he had the good sense to stay put, the dogs did too and we were able to retrieve them easily enough. When the dogs were well under control, the cat sauntered away, apparently unhurt.
I kind of figure one of two things will happen now. The C.A.T. will be afraid enough of our dogs that he won’t come and taunt them anymore, or he will be out for revenge and this will be the start of an all-out war. All I know is, no more letting any dogs out leash-less, no matter how many swiffer mop heads I have to go through!
I was talked into letting my stylist iron my hair today. It’s definitely a different look – I’m not sure whether I like it or not. Fortunately, all I have to do is get my hair wet and it will be back to it’s curly self. It’s very strange to actually be able to run a brush through my hair while it’s dry.