So…. It is like this. Never trust a Momma who falls in ♥ too easily…She may break your spirit, your heart and your patience. Now, usually Momma is a cool as a cucumber customer. She will tell other neurotic pet owners that their dogs are gorgeous…but I know it is just Momma being nice because then she bends down, kisses the top of my head, then whispers NOT in my ear, and we are off, leaving the other owner and dog, in the proverbial dust. Amen. So be it.
Then there is La Belle Dame, the Cream, Silver, brindle husky. There is something off about that dog. I can feel it. I mean like everyday she will plunk herself down on the sidewalk, in front of our house and stare unabashedly at our Indoor Outdoor Cats. Momma, who feels the same as me, that there is something she can not quite put her finger on wrong with both the dog and his sweet, shy owner, will try to put them at ease.
She will say, ‘What a beautiful dog you are, La Belle Dame.’ And being me, I smirk sanctimoniously and think, well if you like that blue-eyed canine look… personally… looks freaky to me. Dogs should have brown eyes, like I do. To me she is just La Belle Dame who needs to go back to the factory for some fine tuning. Okay, okay, she is somewhat stunning…I am not a jealous type but I can’t see what Momma sees in her.
Please don’t get me wrong. There is not one mean bone La Belle Dame’s body. Although three times my size, she does not growl, snap or lunge at me…but she always wants to play. We are both six years old now …way past that chase, and catch game that even I thought was so delightful when I was a puppy. Still she is A-Babe-In-The-Woods about Cats.
Bad Boy Andy would not let her with a five hundred foot radius unless he initiated the attack…then bold as brass, he would take that well-developed right paw and whack poor La Belle Dame across her smiling benignly refined snout before she saw what was coming. Been there…done that...until I earned my street cred…now, like the cheese, I am left alone.
Wiley Diva Calico Gen would hide behind the bushes, drawing La Belle Dame closer and closer, then, fast as a whip, climb the closest tree and smirk down at her.
Truly, I ♥ my cats but I learned to realize, you can’t best a cat, especially a street smart feral.
2) Jakita.
My advice to you La Belle Dame, stay away… Convince your Momma to bring home your own kitty to be your Best Friend Forever… Maybe two cats because you are a lot bigger than me and I have discovered a cat’s job (after hunting, playing, snoozing) is to groom themselves, then others, in no particular order … you just have to deal with it…
Oh, and Good Luck with that….
