Category Archives: Cat

Enough Already

Takoda passed out after his little jaunt to doggie daycare.   What the hell is that?  I never had daycare.  I’m a cat.  I take care of myself.
Here I am in this picture, checking out the property.  I survey, I take action, I don’t put up with any crap.
Orange Boy CatI CERTAINLY don’t need any damn daycare.

That dog is a piece of work.  All I hear is, “Who is Mama’s good boy?” and “Did you have fun at school pup-pup?”  Makes me want to strategically puke hairballs and grass if you know what I mean.  I have been a GOOD BOY for 12 years now.   I was first, I have loved Mom and Dad through thick and thin.  I have been a GOOD BOY.  Those days are over.   I am about to take back some territory from the brat.

Rory Gallagher is no help at all, I’ll  have to do it  myself.  No problem, I wasn’t alone on the streets for the first 2 years of my life for nothing.  I’ll handle it.  That’s how I roll.

I Love Doggie Daycare!

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.Rory Gallagher

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

 

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.