Life in Cowtown

Recently we had a tiny visitor, a small birdie that landed on the railing of the porch and chirped merrily away. He trilled and gurgled and in general made a great deal of noise for such a tiny guy.

He soon had a very appreciative audience.

They held an executive conference.

And Cheney was nominated for the honors of capture. Much bellowing and yelling ensued, while Alfie cheered him on from the sidelines, making that amazing hunting noise cats make.   Unfortunately for him, the pet proof screen we put in last year foiled the master plan. Them pet proof screens are amazing. They’ve destroyed several regular ones over the years mainly by hanging off them like Christmas ornaments off a tree.

Tweaks just watched impassively. She’s been down that road already.

And the birdie – didn’t even react. Just went about his chipper business. Cool customer that birdie.

P.S. The screens are available here. The service is awesome – they just come to your house with a truck and the screen fabric and install it on the spot. Well worth not having to replace screens every month.

 We had a wild and beautiful dog visit us from BC, (lucky dog!), and the girl cats did a very impressive disappearing act. They have a healthy self-preservation instinct that would permit no less, even though the dog is totally cat friendly.

Happy puppy

Tweaks in particular was chillaxin’ on the chair near the patio door when the puppy unfortunately snuck up on her (with all the stealth of a tank on gravel) and she did one of those cartoon bolts that was impressive in execution. Feet scrambling for all they’re worth she flew down the hall and didn’t stop until the crash landed into the trunk in the foyer. We didn’t see her any more that night.

When I wiped the tears from my eyes from laughing so hard, I took survey of the house and saw the sole brave soldier ready to face any danger – Cheney. His particular mix of dumb and brave must be seen to be believed, but he loves people, dogs, cats, velociraptors and there’s no one better suited for shattering stereotypes about cat behavior.

He followed the poor dog around all night long – squawking at the top of his lungs and he sure had a great deal of things to say.

Where you do, I go

He engaged the dog in a fist fight – he lost.

I'll eat you

And when the dog was totally worn out from this insane cat chasing him all night – he passed out too.  It was more excitement than he gets in a month, after all.

Can I sleep now?

Who sleeps like that?

P.S.  Please forgive the crappy photography, but did you know animals move? Non-stop? And it takes way more skill than I have to snap them good photos. This camera hides a lot of sins, but it can only do so much.

It’s a hard life being a cat. All that eating, playing, knocking stuff off counters, chasing laser points and lounging in the window are exhaustive pursuits you know. Makes one tired.

Big yawn

Bigger yawn

I want to be a cat in my next life. I really do. Anyone taking reincarnation requests?