That cat is driving the dog crazy. The dog wants to play and the cat is having none of it. Still, the dog is persistent and is going nuts trying to get that cat to play.
The kitten finally came out so that we could get a picture.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Sunday Morning Dawg
A week or so ago, Milady and I noticed a meowing in the back yard when we were sitting on the patio. After a day or so, we spotted a small gray cat, a kitten, moving about the back yard. It seems to be living under the deck, and God only knows how it got there. The little critter is as wild as a March Hare, and won't tolerate us getting too close, but Milady put out some kitty-chow so that it wouldn't starve to death, and the dog has a water bowl in the back yard.
That cat is driving the dog crazy. The dog wants to play and the cat is having none of it. Still, the dog is persistent and is going nuts trying to get that cat to play.
He knows that cat is under the deck, and can't fathom why it won't come out and play. I'm not a cat person, and that deck is accessible to the side yard if you're kitten sized. The ground slopes right there, and the other side of that fence is fully 10 inches off the ground. The kitten could go about his business, but it prefers to hang out under the deck.
He can see the cat, but he can't get to it. It's fairly amusing, watching him watch the cat.
The kitten finally came out so that we could get a picture.
He slipped out while the dog was under the other end of the deck. The cat likes drinking from the dog's frisbee.
That cat is driving the dog crazy. The dog wants to play and the cat is having none of it. Still, the dog is persistent and is going nuts trying to get that cat to play.
The kitten finally came out so that we could get a picture.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
I remember a stray cat that had a litter in our woodshed when I was about 5 or 6. Dad told us kids to leave those kittens strictly alone or we'd regret it. Just to drive it home, he stuc a willow branch under the wood pile and one of those kittens bit it clean off, neat as if it had been done with a hatchet. Dad said a fingertip would be no challenge to any of those cats. Yep, my moron cousin Jim knew better and has a stub finger to this day. Jim's a few bricks short of a load, always has been. Nice enough guy, but going hunting with him is NOT a good idea. Fishin's OK, though.
Heh... THAT's going to be interesting...
trap it, neuter it, and let it be. It'll keep the kritters at bay. if it's a male neuter it at the proper time and it won't spray. that's a plus...
Post a Comment