Wednesday, January 25, 2006
The Night of a Thousand Cats
So my neighborhood plays host to a lot of things. We've got jackass kids that steal pumpkins, request more candy at Halloween than they are entitled to, kids that egg people's cars on New Year's, two crazy ladies (who I hope to one day join forces with for the ultimate team-up), one homicidal dog owner (or would it be dogicidal since he's trying to kill his dog?) and thousands of cats.
Yes, cats.
They are everywhere. Every morning and evening we run the gauntlet trying to get out of our neighborhood without flattening these feral felines as they try to play chicken with our moving car.
Sometimes we see them congregating at certain areas of the neighborhood like they are planning something...its very strange...almost like a Gary Larson cartoon. I keep expecting to see them all standing on their hind legs and then fall to all fours as we pass. We even had one that was perched on our roof one morning as we left for work. It seemed like we had come very close to a kamikaze cat attack, and were spared for some unknown reason.
The last few days every time we've come home from work we've found several cats on our doorstep, in our driveway and perched on our backyard fence. It seems they have found out that their leader and Lord of Darkness, Chewbacca, is living within feet of them but is confined to a mortar and brick prison called "OUR HOUSE".
Even stranger, these cats don't run from us, most cats will run if they don't know you, but even if we try to shoo them away, they stoically look at us and go back to looking at our windows.
They are plotting a jailbreak and I fear that once the awesome power of The Chewie is released, it will truly be our darkest hour. I think Fizzgig also senses it because her fur licking has taken on a new furor. I fear that she will be the first sacrifice for the new world.
Or I've just got WAY too active an imagination, we just have really nosy cats on our block and since Chewie can't keep his damn feet out of the blinds, they just know that he's in there and are curious.
Either way...I'm keeping my eyes open.
Yes, cats.
They are everywhere. Every morning and evening we run the gauntlet trying to get out of our neighborhood without flattening these feral felines as they try to play chicken with our moving car.
Sometimes we see them congregating at certain areas of the neighborhood like they are planning something...its very strange...almost like a Gary Larson cartoon. I keep expecting to see them all standing on their hind legs and then fall to all fours as we pass. We even had one that was perched on our roof one morning as we left for work. It seemed like we had come very close to a kamikaze cat attack, and were spared for some unknown reason.
The last few days every time we've come home from work we've found several cats on our doorstep, in our driveway and perched on our backyard fence. It seems they have found out that their leader and Lord of Darkness, Chewbacca, is living within feet of them but is confined to a mortar and brick prison called "OUR HOUSE".
Even stranger, these cats don't run from us, most cats will run if they don't know you, but even if we try to shoo them away, they stoically look at us and go back to looking at our windows.
They are plotting a jailbreak and I fear that once the awesome power of The Chewie is released, it will truly be our darkest hour. I think Fizzgig also senses it because her fur licking has taken on a new furor. I fear that she will be the first sacrifice for the new world.
Or I've just got WAY too active an imagination, we just have really nosy cats on our block and since Chewie can't keep his damn feet out of the blinds, they just know that he's in there and are curious.
Either way...I'm keeping my eyes open.
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I'll let you borrow Mandy for a night. That should solve the problem.
Kamikaze cat attack....HAHAHAHA!
Kamikaze cat attack....HAHAHAHA!
I forgot to mention the serenading that's been happening all night and now even as early as 6pm.
I had to open the door and yell "Shut up you F-ing cat!" and make like I was going to swat at the one on our doorstep last night before it ran away.
They know, they know!!
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I had to open the door and yell "Shut up you F-ing cat!" and make like I was going to swat at the one on our doorstep last night before it ran away.
They know, they know!!
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