I have had such an entertaining half hour I feel it needs to be shared.

His Royal Feline Lordship (aka Tiger) has been hunting....Dogs. Now, according to His Lordship (so he informs me), hunting dogs is a VERY serious business. Especially if you are a cat who with an attitude.

Next doors Jack Russell, Higgins, is a bit thick. He is shut in through the afternoon as his owners are at work. Now, the window sill of Higgins's house is just the right size for delicate feline paws to fit on. Tiger has worked out that if he sits on this window sill, not only does it send Higgins loopy because he can see a cat in HIS garden, but it causes Higgins to headbutt the glass, and brain himself. This wouldn't be so bad, except that Tiger has now taught Robbie that Higgins really can't reach him through the glass, and so the two of them strut up and down the window waving two paws in the air to this poor dog while he goes crackers. I have been watching the boys torment this poor dog all afternoon - but every time I go out into the garden to 'ruin' their fun, they are nowhere near the window and look like butter wouldn't melt in their mouths! Who said cats were daft?

I am now waiting for Higgin's vet bill for concussion...

Copyright © Helen Miles
October 28, 1999