Sunday, April 11, 2010

Cats with Knives

We were soundly asleep one spring night this week, when Dorian was the first to stir. Dorian was also the first to start raving like a lunatic. Then we realized he wasn't the only lunatic up that night. There was loud thrashing coming from the porch and my first thought was a bear. Or two. Maybe even three. Dorian and I rushed down stairs, while Madeline and Daddy rolled over and stretched out in the newly roomy bed. We turned the porch lights on and lo and behold, there was no bear, no raccoon, no dogs, no people and no deer. It was two cats. Not my cat, two huge tomcat looking freak of nature cats. And they were pissed. Going at each other up and down the porch. Earlier this spring, I had been hacking down some stubborn perennials with a big serrated knife I found in the garage, I had carelessly left it on the lower porch railing. And yes, you guessed it, one of these cats was wielding the knife! (Well, I'm sure they were before Dorian scared them). I definitely saw some paw fingerprints on the knife handle when I dusted it later on.

We eventually broke the fight up through the glass. We still aren't clear on what they were fighting for. Maybe for the love of Purla? Maybe they weren't aware that she is a really old crotchety lady? Maybe they were fighting for her condo? Who knows, they weren't that co-operative during our interrogation. What we do know is, a lot of fur was lost, Purla is okay, a knife was used. Charges have not yet been laid, Purla is considering the witness protection plan.

One of these suspects was spotted a day or so later, by Dorian, in the back 40. We let him give chase because less cat poo in the garden is better. And also the less cats I have to feed the better. We watched the cat circle the guest house and leap the fence and take cover under the neighbors deck. Dorian, as hound dog as hound dogs come, missed all of this, and spent a good ten minutes running in circles looking for the suspect. We had a good laugh, and continued egging him on. Where's the kitty!!!!! Find the KITTY!!!! He is definitely not nearly as agile as his sister/aunty, and didn't have a hope of even getting near the cats scent. I'm not sure we could even call it a sprint, it was more of a jog! Maybe a jog ten seconds, run for 5 seconds. He's in training with the running room, he said later.

There was other excitement this week....

The cowachin sweater is humming right along, I will probably get it done before I finish Tom's socks. It looks great. The model isn't so stunning, but it's a work in progress. Keep in mind, I am not making this for myself! Just have to finish the sleeves and the collar and then the dreaded part, putting it together and installing the zipper! Pooh. I always fear I will ruin the whole project at this point!

Here's the picture of the week, Dorian AKA Bubba. "Shrimp is the fruit of the sea."

Hey Bubba, how many ways can you eat shrimp???

Shrimp, shrimp scampi, barbacue shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp cocktail, pepper shrimp, lemon shrimp......

1 comment:

Karen said...

Mel loves the look of the sweater - should we come pick up soon??? Since he is off work, we may have to take a trip.