the kitten chronicles - part 182

The boys are avid watchers. During the day they sit on a chair and gaze longingly out the french doors. Their heads turn on a swivel at the arrival of a new bird or squirrel. They can happily spend hours just watching. But they are on tight schedule. The afternoon means they go to the front of the house to await the return of the Big Cat, their self-appointed leader. Last week I was getting out of my car and there they were all exciting to see me- perched in the window. I waved and they pawed the glass. Then I saw Weed, the 40 pound neighbourhood tom on the front porch next door. So I thought I'd show them a real cat. I picked Weed up and carried him over and then I held him up to the window waving his huge paw menacingly at them. Knowing there was glass (and safety) between them and the giant cat they put on a good show of "let me at him, I'll pulverize him!". Weed just grinned a knowing older cat smile. " Disrespectful punks", he thought to himself. "C'mon out and play, kittens, I'l show you a thing or three!" This holding up rival cats thing entertained me so much that last night I came upon the "Furry Intruder", the black cat who had invaded the boys turf only last weekend. He was walking along in a happy mood (probably thinking about the intense humiliation he had inflicted upon the lads) So grab him up and carried him to the window to show the boys. Their reaction was horror. Their eyes went wide with terror and they both ran off the couch. Probably to guard their food. That's what I'd do. Of course in my case I'd guard my beer. xxx dad