That cat is going to be the death of me yet! As if I haven't had enough stress in the last few weeks he has to add to it last night!
I went out to feed the ferals and guess who makes a mad dash out the door? Yep, it was that NAWTEE Leroy! Now the porch has about three or four intact, well built, and ready to fight feral males. Leroy isn't stupid, he jumps out the door and goes for that little baby that I have been working so hard to make trust me!!! It has just now gotten to where I can step out on the porch and it won't bolt across the street.
Now that Leroy is hot on it's tail it takes off running with Leroy right behind it. They both bolt across the street without even slowing down!! I'm in a mass panic! They are gone, out of sight. Now I am barefooted and wearing just a t-shirt/jeans and it's cold! I scream for hubby who throws on his shoes and coat and takes off looking for him. I start praying like nobodies business!
Fifteen minutes later I see the BRAT coming from behind the neighbors house. I run to the middle of the street with a stick and squat in the road. Leroy sees me but won't come. So sqauting in the street I start scraping this stick back and forth on the road. Leroy has always been a sucker for this! He gets in that low crawl position and comes to attack the stick. Goofball!
I pick him up and carry him backwards to the house because I know if he sees the cats on the porch waiting for dinner he is going to bolt from my arms and go after them next.
I get him in and I realize that our neighbors think we are insane!!! I'm squating in the street with a stick and walking backwards like some kind of lunatic. I see hubby walking down the railroad tracks hollering LeeeeeRoy! I have been patiently waiting for the neighbors to call in the men with straight jackets to come and take us away!!!
I'm going to beat that cat one of these days!!! Well, maybe after I get through kissing him and being thankful that he didn't get hurt. BRAT!
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