Game On

It's Wednesday. I got the recycling bins out this morning (yeah, I felt like a big girl because I did it all by myself too!) I strolled back up to the garage (OK what I do cannot technically be considered strolling-it's more like step drag limp, step drag limp, but who cares? But I digress) and notice a fuzzy black cat staring at me from the corner of the wood fence from my neighbor's yard. Now I realize that cats like me. For some weird reason they consider me the feline pied piper of the cat dish- I don't know. But this was a little unnerving to have this orange eyed black fur ball just staring at me. So I stared back at it-without blinking. Cats play that game with each other & humans. I can play it too. I have a feeling that this is the cat that's been pissing in my front bushes & along side of the house next to the garden. If I catch it doing so, I'm going to dump a whole bucket of water on it. Enough to shock the hell out of it. I am never cruel to animals. I would rather torture adults-that's more fun. Hurting animals has no joy for me & I think anyone that does should be flayed alive & rolled in salt for good measure.But I can't stand the smell of cat piss! I have five cats & they are inside kitties-always. I will never lose another cat to being run over in front of my eyes ever again. (I'm the same way with dogs. I was 8 years old when I watched my dog Scruffy get hit by a speeding driver & it has affected me all of my life.) But just because my cats stay indoors does not mean that their litter box stinks or that my house smells like cats. I am very fastidious about keeping their box clean! Ack! I won't use a dirty bathroom why should they? But I digress. Back to the fuzzball this morning. I have turned the sprinklers on the orange tabby that used to come in the yard with the same obsession of using the freshly turned dirt in the garden as his personal dumping ground. Now that cat passes through my yard like his tail was on fire. Oh, and Kuma hates strange cats in his yard! They'd better be fast in his opinion! He hasn't caught one yet & I don't think he'd hurt it if he did-more likely he'd slobber it silly. But this fur ball just kept staring at me this morning, all beady-eyed & unblinking so I stopped & stared back at him/her. This went on for a while and might have kept going if it wasn't for my husband walking out into the garage & looking at me questioningly. He scared the cat & it sauntered slowly off back to it's own yard. It stepped behind the orange tree but peered back at me & blinked. I know we'll see each other again. I refuse to back down from a cat & I have a feeling that this little piss ant is saying the same thing about humans. As far as I'm concerned: Game On buddy, I'll be waiting. Pack a lunch & bring a friend for moral support & to drag your sorry ass back home because you're going to lose & I've got enough buckets of water & a strong right pitching arm to prove it.