You may have forgotten, but I have an arch nemisis
that constantly plagues my very being. It is a big Birman cat
(I think); anyways, I recently found out that I have two enemies. There are two fat ass cats shaking their bottoms at me from the garden fence, mocking our poor senile dog who walks like she is a flicker book creation.
All we needed, I thought to myself, all we needed was a new, young dog to come in and lay their claim to the garden. Enter Bella, our pointer cross puppy we got from a rescue...
Very cute, very smart, very playful. Lovely. Of course I do not want to encourage aggression in the little pup, but I couldn't hide my excitement when the first confrontation came about...the god damn cat walked right up on to our patio....
this is way over the line, and a clear challenge to our new pooch and my sanity. Bella took it in her stride, and growled whilst standing her ground, staring at the cat...no fur flying, but a definite message, good, good.
Another time the little shit bag had the audacity to sit perched on my mum's OPEN
bedroom window ledge and just sit there, looking in...rat bastard. Sadly Bella was playing through in the other room so was powerless to do anything; something the cat knew I feel.
Later this week, resting up in my room catching some tv rays I saw a sight that made my blood run cold...The cat, in our house.
I ran to get Bella but she was curled up sleeping...the cat sensed it had pushed its luck, and left quickly...
The cat's arrogance will be its downfall....Bella will see it here and react...no biting, but lots of barking...THEN the cat will know, THEN I will sleep.
Bella with her angry face on.