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Dear Kitty – Barks and Bytes

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Dear Kitty,

I don’t dislike cats and I don’t dislike you yet. You’re a very cute kitty from what I can see.

You seem to have fairly good survival skills as you’ve managed to survive for at least a year in a neighborhood that has its fair share of wildlife. Thus far you’ve managed to avoid being killed and eaten by Coyotes and Fishers as well as Sampson and Delilah.

I don’t know you by name, and you certainly don’t know me by name, in fact, we haven’t ever been formally introduced. Mostly we know each other on sight.

Look at that cute little kitten I thought as I watched you stalk Sampson and Delilah from your yard.  He mustn’t be fixed yet, ’cause that cat has balls. There he is stalking these two big dogs who could eat him up in three bites, (well maybe Delilah could do it in less, since she doesn’t chew her food) was my thought the first time I caught you stalking my dogs.

King of all he surveys.

King of all he surveys.

You might remember I was the one at the bottom of the tree, shaking the food box, trying to coax you down after Delilah chased you up there. (You sure have moxie, walking casually into a yard patrolled by two snarling beasts.) Do you recall, I was also the one peering up that tree what seemed like ten different times before I went to bed that night? I was so worried something would climb the tree and eat you or the crows would carry you off. I was so disappointed when you were still in the tree the next morning, but pleased when I went home at lunch and you were gone. Then I worried for weeks because I didn’t see you again and finally breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted you staring at us from your yard.

Delilah likes chasing cats

I’ve heard cats have a warped strange twisted unique sense of humor.  Perhaps it amuses you to watch me struggle to restrain the dogs when you pop out mere yards in front of them, chasing some small creature running for his life. I realize you’re in the heat of the meowment chasing this small creature, but perhaps you could paws to check, before bopping out into the street.

Maybe you just live by the premise that cats have nine lives and until you starting topping out at about eight, you’re going to continue to live life on your terms. If that’s the case, feel free to disregard this letter.

If not, and you really do have regard for your life, I’d like to suggest you find a way to avoid interacting with me and my dogs.

It is my duty to inform you, I am not Hercules and I can only do what I can when the unexpected happens.

Given the choice of sliding down the road on my face or releasing the hounds, I’m dropping the leash.

I mean really, beef lung only goes so far when the temptation of fresh meat pops out in front of you.

Sincerely and with no malice intended,

Me

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The Sky Is Falling

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Sometimes I think the Universe has a weird sense of humor and I just have to laugh. No siriusly, if I didn’t laugh I’d probably cry.

What I mean is, it seems like I just get one thing ironed out and another wrinkle appears.

As long time readers may recall last year we struggled with Delilah chasing leaves. In fact, in one memorable adventure I wound up on my back in the road because Delilah thought a leaf was worth chasing. (From my point of view, it wasn’t.)

In the fictional story of Chicken Little a chicken is hit on the head with an acorn and starts a real fuss about the sky falling.  Now I was told that chickens were smart, so it seems to me this little chicken would do some kind of investigating, like maybe look up into the sky and see if a big ole’ chunk was missing, but she doesn’t. Instead she engages a myriad of other animals and together they all rush off to tell the King the horrible news that the sky is falling.

I know, what the hell does a chicken have to do with my blog?

We’ve had some lovely fall weather. I can’t complain, but the acorns, the acorns are intense this year. I’d go so far as to say, it’s raining acorns and has been for at least the past month.

Smashed, cracked or whole, we have acorns.

Smashed, cracked or whole, we have acorns.

We either don’t have enough squirrels in our area, or that little bastards aren’t doing their jobs, because we are practically swimming in acorns.

Sometimes it seems like the sky IS falling, and my own chicken little doesn’t understand that they are in fact acorns that are falling to the ground and rolling down the street.

When we step into the woods the first thing we hear is an acorn falling. We stop, the dogs stare at the spot in the general vicinity of where they heard the noise.

It sounds like someone's there.

It sounds like someone’s there.

I heard it too, it’s an acorn, I say.

Remember in the Wizard of Oz how the trees pitched apples at Dorothy and the Scarecrow?  It’s like that, except it’s acorns not apples and the trees aren’t actually pitching them at us.

Oh and it’s not just the woods. We have oak trees all around us, all up and down our street.

Sometimes they bounce off the roof or the deck and scare the hell out of you.

And then of course, there are the times when they drop 10 feet in front of you and start rolling and Chicken Little drags you across the street as you’re screaming, “It’s an acorn!”

Yeah, sometimes the Universe makes me laugh, but don’t tell her I said that. 😉

You Make Me Laugh – September 27, 2015

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You make me laugh (or smile), the sweet, funny, loving things my dogs do on a daily basis that brings a smile to my face, or a laugh to my lips.

Sampson, the way you hang back at the end of the driveway after our walk, waiting for me to call you so you can score a treat…

You make me smile.

He does it most mornings. He waits until I say, “Sampson come” and then he comes tail a wagging.

I know he’s playing me, but damn, I love this guy so much, I can’t help but treat him.

Do you have ‘players’? Have your pets figured out a way to score treats?

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