Just been to the vets, where, great excitement, a small ginger cat played chicken with Mr Spaghetti Legs
First, it sat on the floor in front of the reception desk, playing peek-a-boo with the old boy. First I knew of this, was Mr SL being all alert and tense, ears pricked up and staring in the cat’s direction.
Oh, OK, it’s a cat. Well sorry, but you can’t have it.
When we came out of the vet’s room, the cat was lying in wait. Mr SL saw it instantly, and lunged for it, barking. The cat puffed itself up to its full tiny stature and hissed. Luckily, I always have the handle of the lead round my wrist ( a necessary requirement with Little Monkey) so Mr SL did not get away from me, and I reeled him back in.
Once the cat realised that the dog was restrained, it calmly sat in the corner, looked nonchalant and stuck its tongue out at the dog. The other vet cats then decided to see what all the noise was about, and ambled past us.
Now Mr SL is an old dog, over 12 years. He walks painfully slowly on all outings, needs lifting in and out of the car and generally acts like a geriatric.
Suddenly, here he was, nearly pulling me off my feet trying to get at the cats. I had no idea he was so strong. Just shows you the power of an adrenalin rush!