the kitten chronicles - pat 100

Sam's squirrel is living an active life. One minute the damn thing is in the Muskoka room lying on its side beside my bass, then it's in the laundry room guarding the entrance. Then it's in the basement hall staring at me. And let's get this straight it's not a real squirrel, it's stuffed. I live alone with the two fur-brains as my only companions. So who's moving the squirrel around from room to room and posing it? The answer is Rooney. I've now seen him do this with my own eyes so I know the squirrel isn't magically moving around by itself. Pheeew! Two nights ago I watched as Rooney set the squirrel up in the entrance to the laundry room. Then he backed up and lowered himself into pouncing position. Without warning he fiercely attacked the defenseless stuffed animal, tossing it around like it was a well...a stuffed animal. Rooney is using the thing as kind of a tackling dummy to hone his skills. He's training to be able to defeat his brother in mortal combat. If he thinks Rufus is just going to stand there and be tossed in the air, he's going to be in for a big surprise. Rufus meanwhile, has taken to lying on the mantlepiece of the fireplace - not very comfortable - but impossible to surprise attack. Quite an elaborate chess game these two are playing. But it keeps life interesting at Casa Big Cat. xxx dad