A Chloë adversary
The cats down the street are bugging me again. I know they have been wandering around my yard, leaving their scent and occasionally their poops around our property. It’s mostly Ted and Fred, the Bartons’ cats, but recently another black-and-white cat has joined the brigade. Sometimes they even hang out together, waiting for an unsuspecting vole or small bird to flit by. Cats are mean. I hate them. But now that I know where they hide, I will get them.
They hang out between two hedges, boxwood on one side and rhododendrons on the other, between the Bartons’ house and the one between ours and the Bartons, where the phantom French bulldog Scout lives (we hardly ever see her, so she’s a phantom to me). The sidewalk entry point to the kitties’ lair is well hidden, but I nosed it out. Now I check it a few times every day. Can’t be too careful, you know.
I’ve seen the cats scurry into that hole many times. And even if they’re not home when I stick my nose in to check, I can tell that they have been, and even how long they’ve been gone. My nose is smart that way. So even though I see no cats when I look, it’s always worth another try. If Mike didn’t have that leash so tight, I’d have seen if there was another exit point further into the hedge. Mike has thus far refused to cooperate.
Chloë investigates.
Those damn kitties wanted me to stay out of their hedge. So they hung out a sign, thinking it would scare me and keep me away.
Kitty Clubhouse Sign: “DOGS: DO NOT ENTER, ESPECIALLY CHLOE!! “
My compliance is not likely. At least, not as long as my nose stays unmarked by kitty claws.
Emerging from the Kitty Clubhouse.
Nobody tells a dachshund what to do. Least of all a cat.
Chloe don’t ever give up! It’s worth the fight.
Chloe, if I wasn’t so far away, I would claw your eyes out.
Spanky
Boy those kitties have a pretty sophisticated graphics system at their paws reach. I love the shot of your hinny – just so cute! Sorry they give you such grief. Hugs, your buddy Lynn.