You know why?  Because that giant 50 pound cat-chasing idiot is IN IT today.  That means Rory Gallagher has full run of the place without being chased by the monster.  I am Rory Gallagher, a fine cat.   This is me in Dad’s trailer.  Cute, yes?  Mom says I have pumpkin pie eyes because they are orange-y brown like that pie.  I took Takoda’s password so I could write this.  He won’t like it but I don’t care.

My brother-cat is Amos, he is 14 or 15 so he sleeps a lot.   He hates the dog even more than I do.  Takoda ruined our lives. Takoda thinks Amos and I belong in the bedroom so he chases us back every time we try to go into the living room.  He eats our food, too.  He inhales a bowl of crunchiness like it is air.  He is a glutton.  A pig.  A smelly dog.

Amos is brave, he is a fighter.

He will face off with that dog and hiss and scratch his nose.  Amos won’t let Takoda in our room, he has that dog in his place.  I hide behind Amos whenever I can.  Why should I risk this face if I can hide behind Amos the Warrior?

Takoda likes to chase me, I hate him.  He is nuts.  It was bad enough when I had to face off with hens, they were intimidating, but I was not afraid.  Mom and Dad say Takoda just wants to play.  That may be, but he wants to play “eat the kitty” so I have to  be very, very cautious.   Stealthy.  Sneaky.  Prepared at all times.  I stay outside and catch mice and voles all day.  I watch Takoda from the tall grass I know all there is to know and he is too dumb to figure it out.   I see his every move.

Amos and I get to sleep in the bed with Mom and Dad.  I like to play at 4:30 a.m.  No one else does.  Takoda has to stay in the living room.  That’s good, otherwise I would have to watch him  all night.  I can’t be everywhere all the time.  I have work to do.   I want to learn  to open the gate to let the dog out so he will get lost.  I watch how it’s done, if I had thumbs this would all be over.  At least we have doggie daycare.