Sunday, December 04, 2011
Terror of the Territory
Our cats occasionally get to go outside. They don't go very far, usually chase a squirrel or a chipmunk and come back in after about 30 to 45 minutes.
Well, except for this weekend. It was rainy and cold, but that didn't stop Georgy.
Georgy was no where to be found after Bella came back in. J went out to look for him, and came back in a few minutes later. "He's eating 2/3rds of a mouse."
There's so much wrong with that sentence that I don't even want to think about it.
J had to pull him away from attacking another mouse outside and he sulked inside all day Saturday.
And then, on Sunday, we found him squaring off against a neighborhood stray. And as we watched from the comfort of our window, they got into a cat fight you wouldn't believe. This was not a play fight, like he does with his sister, but the kind where someone loses an ear.
J hurried to find his shoes and his jacket and I stayed out of his way and yelled out the window to scare the cats. I quickly went out after finding my jacket and we combed the yard for him. Bella was easy...she was so scared, she ran right inside when I opened the front door.
When J found him, his tail was still puffed up in anger and fear. After a couple minutes of petting him and reassuring him, I picked him up and we inspected him. He had the stray's blood on his ear, but he looked none the worse for wear.
In he goes for now, and hopefully the stray cat is okay...
For a spoiled inside cat, we have a scrapper. ¶ 10:11 PM
Our cats occasionally get to go outside. They don't go very far, usually chase a squirrel or a chipmunk and come back in after about 30 to 45 minutes.
Well, except for this weekend. It was rainy and cold, but that didn't stop Georgy.
Georgy was no where to be found after Bella came back in. J went out to look for him, and came back in a few minutes later. "He's eating 2/3rds of a mouse."
There's so much wrong with that sentence that I don't even want to think about it.
J had to pull him away from attacking another mouse outside and he sulked inside all day Saturday.
And then, on Sunday, we found him squaring off against a neighborhood stray. And as we watched from the comfort of our window, they got into a cat fight you wouldn't believe. This was not a play fight, like he does with his sister, but the kind where someone loses an ear.
J hurried to find his shoes and his jacket and I stayed out of his way and yelled out the window to scare the cats. I quickly went out after finding my jacket and we combed the yard for him. Bella was easy...she was so scared, she ran right inside when I opened the front door.
When J found him, his tail was still puffed up in anger and fear. After a couple minutes of petting him and reassuring him, I picked him up and we inspected him. He had the stray's blood on his ear, but he looked none the worse for wear.
In he goes for now, and hopefully the stray cat is okay...
For a spoiled inside cat, we have a scrapper. ¶ 10:11 PM
