Sunday, March 30, 2014

Diaries Of Dogs And Cats

A few days ago it was 65 degrees and I was working outside in a short sleeve shirt.
This morning we woke up to this.
Still in bed, I pulled back the curtain in the bedroom, looked outside and was stunned at how heavily it was snowing.
Just like an excited little kid.  
Always like an excited little kid whenever I see snow.
On a damp and snowy and very mild Sunday morning, LC, Kory and I walked to BLM land and played in the snow..................
Twice more today, Kory and I wandered around town enjoying this unexpected snow.
By early afternoon it was still lightly snowing but warm enough that the snow on the ground was already beginning to turn to a wet and slushy mess.
Close to the house I looked to my left and saw one of the neighbors' cats standing in the middle of the road, motionless and silently watching us.
Kory saw kitty a moment after I did, and immediately turned into an hysterical, dancing, barking bundle of energy who desperately wanted to get at the cat.
Cat stubbornly stood her ground and refused to run, while my dog struggled on the leash desperately trying to get at it.
Cat, still standing in the middle of the road, arched her back and angrily hissed at hysterical dog and still refused to give up her territory.
Double dog daring my barking mutt to take her on.
I wouldn't tangle with her because she is one of the few cats remaining in town.
The coyotes that live on BLM land (and that roam town in the evenings and through the night) had gotten the rest of them, but somehow this little furball of a survivor was still around.
Eventually this kick-ass kitty slowly and methodically walked across the road (defiantly to OUR side of the road) and I had to use all the strength I could muster to hold my highly motivated dog at bay.
Kory was clearly out of her league.
And it's probably just as well, 'cause I think that the cat could whoop her.
Kitty - l
Puppy - 0
Sights around town during a late winter snowfall..............
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
  9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
  9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
  1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
  3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
  5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
  7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
  8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

 My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
    The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
    There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
    Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
    I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

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