The story I am about to tell you (which I didn’t witness myself – Fred told me about it) involves the following cats.
Franklin Beans. (Aka: Frankie)
“What?”
Dewber Dewber Dew. (Aka: Dewey)
“What?”
And that troublemaker known as Stefan.
“Hellew.”
They were upstairs the other night, milling around in Fred’s bedroom as they do every night at bedtime. Fred always reads for a while before turning out the light, and the cats – especially Dewey and Frankie – like to join him. They run around, play, then get some petting before he tosses them out for the night.
(I will add here that PERHAPS a big part of the reason they like to join him is because when he decides it’s bedtime, he lures them out of his room using treats. I mean, I’m sure they LIKE him and all, but the treats certainly can’t hurt.)
So Frankie was hanging out in the top of the pagoda cat tree and Dewey was running around being a dork, when Stefan wandered into the room.
Dewey bounded over to Stefan to play, and Stefan responded by flipping Dewey onto his back and gnawing on him like he was a chicken wing. Dewey started flailing and wailing to be let up. This is a normal part of their play time – I’d be more worried about it except that Dewey’s immediate response once he’s let up, is always to jump on Stefan for another round. Clearly it doesn’t bother him TOO much.
This time, however, Frankie was present. And at the first sound of his little buddy’s cries, Frankie FLEW out of the condo, ran across the floor, and gave Stefan the ol’ whappity-whap-whap. Stefan released Dewey and stood back, squinting under the unexpected onslaught of whapping paws. Then he beat a hasty retreat downstairs.
I guess that’ll teach Stefan to watch his step!
(No it won’t.)
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Sometimes when we go out to walk around the back forty, Kara asks if she can be released from the back forty and walk with us. We let her out of the back yard, and she runs ahead, climbs the fence post, and waits for us.
“Hurry UP!”
(I’d have pictures of her among the chickens, but she actually finds them a bit daunting and prefers to avoid them.)
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Previously
2016: “::thlurrrp:: I swear I heard a clicking sound, but I don’t see – ”
2015: That Open Mouth of Outrage is ALL BUSINESS.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: Little stumpy the half-tailed kitten.
2011: Alice, Alice, Alice.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Best picture of Spanky, EVER.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.