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Arch Nemesis

Nemesis 1

Nemesis 1

This is my daughter’s cat; a Maine Coon cross called Princess Morbo. If ever my dog Little Monkey met this enormous fluffy cat, the fur would fly – probably LM’s!!

Nemesis 2

Nemesis 2

Little Monkey is an excellent hunter, of all little things that move, but her speciality is cats. Normally when a cat lies perfectly still, the average dog will stroll right past: not so LM. She sees the smug outline, even moving her head from side to side to get a better definition of the all-telling ‘cat shape’, then she is in instant hunting mode.

Nemesis 3

Nemesis 3

I realise it may appear on your screen that I have posted a blank black photo, but I assure you, this is the cat! Supremely unfazed by the fact that, as her Arch Nemesissy, she is driving LM  crazy!!

 

Here Kitty Kitty!

Kitty Hunting

Kitty Hunting

Mr Spaghetti Legs and Little Monkey were out in the front garden the other evening, while I made their supper. I heard the annoying high pitched yipping sound that LM makes when she has found a squirrel or a cat in a tree. I went out to investigate, and at first I couldn’t see anything against the light –

Kitty 2

Kitty 2

When I looked more closely I noticed the black and white cat that persists in coming in our garden and taunting the dogs.

Kitty 3

Kitty 3

It was only when I looked at the photos later that I saw the cat’s expression. I don’t think it will be back any time soon!

Mr Spaghetti Legs and the Cat

Mr Spaghetti Legs

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!

 

Miss Tinkerbell is down to Eight

I always let my dogs out in the garden at night, before putting them to bed. Every dog I’ve had would quickly relieve themselves and come back in again.

When I first got Little Monkey, I assumed she was doing the same thing; only to find large puddles on the kitchen floor in the morning. As she was such a young dog (only eighteen months) I was rather surprised that she would have a bladder problem, but had her urine checked anyway. It was fine, which meant maybe she had a physical problem, so she was put on oestrogen tablets. This made no difference at all.

I finally realised, that she had no problem what-so-ever. When I let her out to go to the loo, apparently she thought it was a great game, and ran around playing the whole time, till I called her in again; totally missing the point.

One night, I had just let her out, when she made a dash for the bushes. Next thing, she was chasing something along the wall, right on its tail. It was pitch black and I couldn’t see a thing. The scene played out before me in audio only; pattering of paws, crashing through undergrowth.

And I heard the rapid tinkling of the cat bell, as Miss Tinkerbell barely made it to the corner and over the wall to safety. She definitely lost one of her nine lives that night!