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Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, or I’m Not Interested in What You’re Selling

Ah, dear reader, I did have misgivings about writing Monday’s blog but I am both moved and touched by all of your incredibly thoughtful words and good wishes. You must believe me that I had no intention of inspiring such an outpouring when I wrote it. I am as happy, fulfilled, and hungry as I could be, so no more concerns about me, please.

I must disagree with Sigmund Freud who said, “Time spent with cats is never wasted.”  Today, I am addressing an issue, which I introduced earlier, and have let drop for much too long, and that is the silver tabby named Zoë. I hoped by ignoring her she might disappear or even just fade into oblivion. But no, she is here to stay and is certainly an ever-visible presence.

She reminds me of certain people and dogs who cannot respect or recognize boundaries. I am sure you know to what I refer when I say that their concept of personal space differs vastly from yours or mine. Zoë, I even shudder using her name because I don’t wish to make her real, has no sense of propriety, nor does she understand that she should always defer to me. She has no sense of class or species separation. At any opportunity she will approach me, try to engage me in play or repartee, and today’s behavior was an affront to my dignity. While I was lying in Grandma’s office, with my harness and leash on, since we were leaving soon, she had the audacity to lie beside me and begin playing with my leash! She took it into her mouth and between her front paws, and then tugged at it wildly. Thinking she had enticed me, she then proceeded to roll into me. She laid on her back in wanton abandon while batting at me with her paws. The nerve of that cheeky minx! I was horrified, tried to avert my gaze, and still she persisted. When I got up to remove myself, she again seized my leash and started pulling me. She even grabbed hold of my front leg! Fortunately, Grandma had the good sense to look down and see this spectacle unfold; however, she laughed out loud saying, “Oh Zoë, you clever little puss…look at you and Mason” as if I were a willing participant.

I had a good mind to cuff her but decided instead to take the high road. Oliver, their other cat, would never cross that boundary. He and I are close in age and in temperament, so that we have an innate understanding of one another. He respects my space and I his. Zoë needs a good lesson taught her, but she is still young and undeniably cute, for a feline that is.

Respectfully submitted,

Mason

I am sleeping peacefully while little Miss Thing is alert and plotting her next move.

I am sleeping peacefully while little Miss Thing is alert and plotting her next move.

I like this because it shows her cunning nature and brazen look.

I like this because it shows her cunning nature and brazen look. Also, check out those eyes. They are just wrong!

Here you can how close she has gotten. I know it looks like I've moved but it is she who is encroaching my space.

Here you can see how close she has gotten. I know it looks like I've moved but it is she who is encroaching into my space.

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Cat Tales, or A Pug Faces A Kitten With a Whip

Now some of you readers may remember an early blog of mine (January, “Old Pug’s Book of Practical Cats”), and if you don’t I would suggest you revisit it, where I wrote about Grandma’s new kitten, Zoe. As you may recall, I was concerned about her presence and worried that she would upset the natural order in the house. Meeting her on arrival, I wasn’t impressed. She is pretty enough, if you like a silver tabby with piercing green eyes, and a lithe, long body. I am not particularly drawn to felines but realize that I must endure them while living at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

It was with some degree of trepidation and wariness that I observed this cat. She appeared innocuous and kept herself hidden initially, but the other day I took the full measure of this little minx. Like the famous Mehitibel of Don Marquis’ Archy and Mehitibel series, this upstart thinks she is Cleopatra!

Grandma was slicing up a chicken breast for her lunch, and Lizzie and I assumed the position, i.e. sitting side by side, at her feet, on the kitchen floor.I quickly assessed that with my cat-like skills I would be the likely victor of the scrap toss…until I realized that there was a third creature in the lineup! There was Miss Zoe, confident and composed, sitting beside Lizzie and me, waiting for her lion’s share of the chicken. This was outrageous and unbelievable! It threw off my focus and game. My entire raison d’etre was lost, destroyed, and kaput – all because of one rescued feral feline!

I have been forced to reevaluate my technique and look closely at my next plan of food acquisition. Clearly the game has changed and I must change too. She is a worthy opponent, unlike Lizzie, with youth and high energy on her side. I, however, have wisdom, cunning, and motivation. Today, I begin mapping new strategies, dear reader. I am still in this game to win.

 Respectfully submitted,

 Mason

 

Look at this cunning little creature. She is even more alert than I!

Look at this cunning little creature. She is even more alert than I!

 

Look at the vacant expression on Lizzie's face and look at how yours truly is deep in thought...planning my next move.

Look at the vacant expression on Lizzie's face and look at how yours truly is deep in thought...planning my next move.

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