Today I and
my little mutley, a Chihuahua-dachshund-Italian greyhound mix named Fen went to
watch a movie in my son Ted’s home. Fen
really loves going for a visit, but today was a different story. Ted’s has two new cats, Helen and Keller, so
named partly because little white cat is deaf.
They are an active hunting team; any mouse who dares to enter Ted’s home
enters at his own risk, and most likely will find its tail put to use as dental
floss. Today they decided to have a bit
more fun with Fen than he was looking for by chasing him into the bedroom and
onto Ted’s bed, where he could not escape the sudden doom of forty claws. By the time we realized none of the three pets
were in the family room with us, our investigation was too late. Fen was crouched on the bed looking really
scarred. When I rescued him I noticed
the blanket felt a bit wet. Giving it
the sniff test, I realized the cats had “scarred the pee” out of Fen. Oops!
Sorry Ted.
Perfectly Timed Fried Eggs.
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