My OperaIt's A Dog's Life!
Sunday, October 21, 2007 4:33:37 PM
Cat - "A crossword puzzle with no clues" - Mac O'Brien
Rocket perched on the dividing fence looks on in disgust as next door's dog woofs at him. The mutt, a nearly spaniel, happily bounces around thinking it great sport to intimidate something weaker than itself. No doubt Rocket will recruit more members into the Feline Liberation Front after this! If only he could sign an e-petition to Downing Street - but,sadly, the paws get in the way.
There's 2 dogs on the other side - one a black and white heinz beans who's as daft as a brush. All it needs is a withering stare and Max finds something better, and more interesting to do. Not so the Rat. I've no idea of it's proper name but that's what I call it. I have to confess that I really don't like Yorkshire Terriers - yappy, aggressive and untrustworthy. My mother had one years ago and I never got on with it.
The Rat will chase anything it sees - cat, dog, human, bird - it matters not. It also barks at everything, gets Max started and then walks away. Poor Max is the fall-guy that gets shouted at. I'm sure there are siblings who act in a very similar manner. Both my cats avoid this nasty piece of (canine) work.
At this point Rocket receives yet more attention from 2 more neighbours beyond the pup. These floppy pekinese types are newcomers and utterly despised by all the local cats. Too slow to catch a cold but nevertheless an annoyance. Why do humans keep these things?
"On Your Shore" is playing in the background and I am transported by Enya's ethereal voice. Not for long as some very un-parlimentary language breaks my reverie. The culprit is not my 'cultured' neighbour with her corncrake voice and an undoubted skill at stuffing more F words into a sentence than seems humanly possible. It is my other cat Millie.
She has jumped onto the fence and down again the other side. The mutt is perhaps bemused and maybe a little concerned. After a token woof the dog lets discretion be the better part of valour. With the garden now clear Rocket jumps down and strolls across the grass - I was just enjoying the view - not scared at all! As Millie approaches the next fence the Pekinese find something more interesting near the house.
The contrast between my two pests couldn't be more marked - one a bruiser - the other a real scardy-cat. Don't think I will tell rocket that Mash is coming over tomorrow evening!
Rocket perched on the dividing fence looks on in disgust as next door's dog woofs at him. The mutt, a nearly spaniel, happily bounces around thinking it great sport to intimidate something weaker than itself. No doubt Rocket will recruit more members into the Feline Liberation Front after this! If only he could sign an e-petition to Downing Street - but,sadly, the paws get in the way.
There's 2 dogs on the other side - one a black and white heinz beans who's as daft as a brush. All it needs is a withering stare and Max finds something better, and more interesting to do. Not so the Rat. I've no idea of it's proper name but that's what I call it. I have to confess that I really don't like Yorkshire Terriers - yappy, aggressive and untrustworthy. My mother had one years ago and I never got on with it.
The Rat will chase anything it sees - cat, dog, human, bird - it matters not. It also barks at everything, gets Max started and then walks away. Poor Max is the fall-guy that gets shouted at. I'm sure there are siblings who act in a very similar manner. Both my cats avoid this nasty piece of (canine) work.
At this point Rocket receives yet more attention from 2 more neighbours beyond the pup. These floppy pekinese types are newcomers and utterly despised by all the local cats. Too slow to catch a cold but nevertheless an annoyance. Why do humans keep these things?
"On Your Shore" is playing in the background and I am transported by Enya's ethereal voice. Not for long as some very un-parlimentary language breaks my reverie. The culprit is not my 'cultured' neighbour with her corncrake voice and an undoubted skill at stuffing more F words into a sentence than seems humanly possible. It is my other cat Millie.
She has jumped onto the fence and down again the other side. The mutt is perhaps bemused and maybe a little concerned. After a token woof the dog lets discretion be the better part of valour. With the garden now clear Rocket jumps down and strolls across the grass - I was just enjoying the view - not scared at all! As Millie approaches the next fence the Pekinese find something more interesting near the house.
The contrast between my two pests couldn't be more marked - one a bruiser - the other a real scardy-cat. Don't think I will tell rocket that Mash is coming over tomorrow evening!
