I do my best to maintain my herding skills with all the neighborhood critters. There’s a house in the ‘hood that always has cats, cats, cats all over the place. Mom says they’re feral, whatever that means. The other day, we saw 5 (one was under the car)!
I think they were waiting for breakfast.
Then, there’s the elusive squirrel. They try their best to aggravate me to death with their chatter, chatter, chatter. One of these days, I’m gonna figure out how to climb a tree! Does anyone have a tree-climbing class for dogs that I could take?
Then, there’s my kitties…Thailing and Mystic. They always stay indoors so they don’t know anything about ferals or squirrels or such. But, Thailing went missing the other day (this is her when she’s not missing)
….except no one knew it but Mystic.
Mystic (at midnight): Mom, Thailing went out.
Mom (at midnight): We’re in here, Mystic. What’s wrong?
Mystic (2am): MOM, Thailing is out!
Mom (2am): What’s the matter, Mystic? Come get on the bed with us.
Mystic (5:30am): MOM, You’ve got to let her in! She’s scared.
Mom (5:30am): Awww, Mystic. You’ve been really fussy. What’s the matter? Do you want some lovin’? Here, let me hold you a minute.
You’re wondering about now why Mom didn’t understand what Mystic was saying. Well, let me tell you, I did! And, when they let me out to go potty a few hours later, guess who I found? Thailing!! I brought her back to the door; we both came in and Mystic stopped fussing.
All that work with ferals and squirrels has paid off. I can definitely say: Case solved!
(Pee Ess: No kitties were harmed in this adventure and Mom is looking for cat-speak lessons.)