It has been a long time since we have had one!
I haven't felt well for the last few days and have been mailing in the stuff that I have had to do around the house.
At night I put the old paper that needs to go to the trash by the front door and this time I had a few old phone books to recycle.
This morning I woke up and went to get the newspaper and walked right by the books and bumped them to the side. I went out, grabbed the paper and walked up the driveway to go feed 'my little frens'. Now that I am out here I may as well go check on my plants, water and maybe pick some of my veggies. I first stop and feed the kids, they welcome me with such fervor at chow time......
I go to the back and start to water, talk to my plants, and do a little dawdling about.....I come back inside with my paper, a nice zucchini and thoughts of how sick I am.
I make it to the front room and see the door is open and no sleeping Edward where I left him.
At the morning or evening feeding time, Toonces- the cat that can drive?, usually shows up to meow and reminds me that I have to feed the clan. Ed, ever vigilant and protector of our castle, will get into the pounce position, then make a run at the door.
He stops, just in time to go eyeball to eyeball with Toonces. No hissing, scratching or fighting, just a face to face stare down.
Some one flinches first, I have not kept that score, but as I see it?
IT's a draw every time?
My heart drops in my chest and I go to the door and look for the Edster in the immediate area.....Nothing.
I walk around the corner and do not see ED.
But, I know where he is.
Around my mom's car there are three cats.
Each is in the Meat Loaf position, all pointing in towards a central point that I estimate is right under the passenger seat.
I move to the driver's side, get on my knees.... it takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust and Yep, there's my cat.
I don't know if Ed was corraled by the his outdoors sibs, he panicked because he was outside, of just pussed out because he was outnumbered....
I call at him, kinda laughing at HIS predicament, then sit down to wait him out.
After a few minutes I spy an old Russian hockey stick I have and pick it up.
I am going to try a poke check to see if I can get sweep him out from his position. I get a few 'swipes' in and the third elicits a rather lusty hiss from him.
Two more little pokes, two more hisses and he emerges, looks at me and makes a beeline to the door from which he escaped, he passes one of the frens that ratted him out and gave him a sideways look......
I put the stick aside, pick him up at the door and walk inside, neither of us none the worse for wear.
I was laughing and glad that his/our latest adventure had gone so well.
Now, I know he will not get into a 'catfight' with the outdoor kids, but I do know that without that screen door between them, there can be some hissing and posturing when they get real close.
I am taken back that the Edster might be a puss, but, I still love him and that will not change.....ever.....