The Super Huntress Kitty Saga Continues
As previously reported on 19th August 2005 our indoor, lap-loving behemoth of an arthritic cat, Portia, has undergone a complete personality transplant. But wonders never cease. Our mild mannered super heroine is going mano-a-mano with the big boys. Clearly she’s decided that the neighbourhood has gone to rack and ruin and it’s her job to fix it. Woe betide any feral ragamuffin cat who decides that they fancy a stroll across our lawn. Portia is on to them in a trice, scaring the you-know-what out of them and ensuring they beat a hasty retreat off her property.
It’s astounding!!!!!!! There aren’t enough exclamation marks for the awe this strikes.
Then there are are the night long expeditions when the weather isn’t fit for man nor beast and our mild manner kitty is out there doing whatever it is she’s decided needs doing. Holely molely.
Turq is currently playing the role of lap cat as he tends towards his end date.
Current temperature 75F/24C
October 2nd, 2005 at 12:05 am
Cats are strange. My 2-year-old, 15+ lb., male, professional scaredy-cat has lately been inclined to slip outside when my dad goes out. (Dad is 93, and a bit slow.) He doesn’t get far, though, he’s too scared to bolt. His stepsister, age 13, weight 5.5 lbs, half-blind, _will_ bolt out if she gets the chance. Alas, we live in a suburb where there are many roaming cats and cars to pick fights with, so our cats are indoor kitties. They insist that nobody asked _them_ if they wanted to be indoor kitties, though.