We inherited a few cats from my daughter after one of hers had kittens and my daughters pregnancy allergies just weren't allowing them all to reside in the same house, so it was time to call the farm.
Mindy, our dog, has put up with the new cat fairly well. That is until the cat, which we have named Mork, reaches into the dog's bucket to grab a piece of dog food. Mindy promptly sticks her head into the bucket and just watches the cat over the rim until the cat gets distracted someplace else, about 5 seconds later.
Next the cat will balance on the side of the dogs water bucket and start batting the water around until he gets a drink and walks off flicking the dog with water from his now wet paws.
The dog finally relaxes and lays down on the floor.
Now this goes well until the dog becomes happy with whatever puppy dream she's having and her tail begins to thump on the floor.
You know what happens then...the cat pounces.
The dog rudely awaken out of her doggy dreams, is now wide awake and is ready to take on this flying furball that we call a kitten.
Usually the dog just stands up and gives the cat a firm look, the cat lays on the floor as if to say, "See I'm harmless, I wouldn't hurt a flea on your back!"
If the dog lays down, the cat runs off.
If the dog pounces on the floor toward the cat, the cat's fur stands up and he flies into the air, back arched. Then the dog walks off shaking her head.
We decided to keep the kitten in the house since that's all he has known.
Until I have just had it.
Today while working the cat was doing his usual Indy 500 around the living room, and through the kitchen. His laps consist of leaping from couch to chair, to curtains to the plants, across your legs, back to the chair, and the couch, a lap through the kitchen, lather, rinse and repeat.
So, having had enough of this little hyper cat, we decided to catch him and put him outdoors until he settles down a bit. There's plenty of yard out there to run in.
Dean decided to catch him first.
Dean reached behind the couch thinking a quick snatch and grab would do the trick...and...there went the cat behind the other couch. Over to that couch Dean goes, leaning over he warns the cat, "I've got you now!" off speeds the cat to the plants...as Dean finishes his thought with, "No I don't."
The trick to catching a cat is distracting them with something that moves, and then act like you don't care. Taking an ink pen to the kitchen floor where it will spin and make just enough noise to get little Mork's attention, I was able to grab the little fur ball and head to the door.
The closer we get to the door, the more he protests that really he is a good kitty and promises not to climb the curtains again in this lifetime...at least I'm sure if I understood him that's what he was telling me.
He finally arrives on the step outside, kicking and screaming and with a bewildered look. "There are more cats, and chickens out here! HELP!!! It's a jungle!"
He's still on the step waiting to be let in.
And maybe at 4:00 a.m. when he likes to purr and snuggle and act like a respectable house cat, I'll let him back in...until then, Mindy our dog is chuckling in her bed and saying to herself, "I knew that can of Mountain Dew I slipped to the cat would pay off..."
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