I love cats. I’m a cat person. This I know for a fact.
However, when I look out my window to see Jackson and Bella in their pin just looking up at the tree in the middle of the pin (in the front yard), I lose all sanity. Or maybe it’s not like that. Perhaps it’s more like a funny moment because you’d expect to see the cat dead on the road and you think, “And this is better because…?” simply for the fact that the cat would have really had better luck on the road? Or at least if it had died on the road, then it hopefully wouldn’t have been in as much pain as it would have in the dog pin with the dogs ready to tear it apart.
Sorry for the graphic description; I couldn’t stand to write, reread or even think it, either, but that’s really what happened.
Anyway, yesterday it was Rosie – Nosy Rosie. My mom and I had let all of the cats in (minus Savannah, who was outside; we’ll get to this later), and Rosie (who usually came ASAP) didn’t come as soon as the others, or even shortly after.
We went to the front yard, and my mom started calling her and heading to the road. I heard a cat whining, and sure enough Rosie was up in the tree.
To spare you all of the details about how we had to fight the dogs off of her, we got her out safe and sound. Cats give off odors when they feel threatened, so changing my shirt soon after was a huge must.
Today, I looked out my window to see the dogs looking up at the tree. It turned out to be Johnny.
Booger taught them this, we’re sure.
It’s just really frustrating. And that tree isn’t one that can be climbed, either. Our lives were made difficult.