Pesky Neighbors

I’m kind of a “live and let live” sort of guy.  Yep – I know we animals ruled the world once and some of us feel like we still do (!) but I think we should all try and get along together – right?  Well, nobody has passed this idea on to the crew of animals living next door to us!  I’ve already mentioned the “barky beagles” – the hounds don’t really bark – they scream…..and you’d think after living next door and seeing all of us out in our back yard every day for over a year they’d recognize us and not bark continuously while we are in our own yard minding our business!!!  NOT……well, not only are they living there but they also have two cats who roam the area and who think MY front porch is THEIR front porch.  Hey – they have their own front porch so why use mine?  Not only that but they are mean.  They sit on my front sidewalk and dare me to come outside.   Yesterday Mom and I were on the front porch when one of those cats came up and growled at me out of nowhere.  Mom chased it away and into its own yard. 

Some nerve huh?   I wish people would realize that maybe their neighbors don’t WANT to hear their barking dogs all day and sometimes into the night……I wish people would keep their cats in their own yard like me or even in the house because it’s dangerous out here around the woods……lots of foxes just looking for a nice, juicy snack! 

Like I said – I’m a peaceful guy……and I’m getting older now so the last thing I want is any kind of trouble but these pesky neighbors – well – they’re pushing the limit.  Hey everyone – can’t we all just GET ALONG?????????????????????????? 

Happy QUIET Sunday everybody……….Sammy, One Spoiled Cat

Life On A Leash

Little Me

 

When I first came to live with Mom and Dad I had no idea that they intended to attach a “string” to me to keep me from wandering off.  I thought I’d continue being the wild child that I had learned to be when living under an old house on my own before the BIG MAN from the shelter came to capture me and take me away.  Well, considering what could have happened to me all on my own like I was, I suppose I was glad he’d rescued me and brought me to a safe place, but I wasn’t too crazy about it – believe me!  That is until my parents adopted me and brought me home.  Back to the “string” thing though……my parents had a cat before me that was ALMOST caught by some foxes in their back yard so they decided when they brought ME home, that I would only go outside with them, and only if I was on a string (they called it a leash).  I was too little for a regular cat harness so Mom bought a harness that was made for (gasp) a ferret at the pet store!  HAHA  I went along with it – even though I couldn’t wander like I wanted to.  Still, Mom and Dad were cool – they let me explore and sniff and dig and would even let go of my leash and let me run as long as they were there to watch over me.  Way cool. 

 

As time went on (and my harnesses got larger), they decided to let me explore the yard without the leash and harness as long as it was daylight and one of them was with me at all times.  That was better.  They had this cool path down into the woods and I stayed close to my Mom or Dad like a good little guy so I got to REALLY explore and discover the wonderful world of dirt.  I had a favorite spot – it was a high place where a big pile of dirt had been put when they were building our house.  I’d sit up there and watch the birds and squirrels.  When Mom or Dad said “let’s go back in the house Sam” I’d mind them and run like the wind to the basement door.  If it was dark outside, I ALWAYS, ALWAYS wore my leash so I’d be safe and if Mom or Dad saw a “night creature” like a skunk, fox, or another cat out prowling, I was right there by their side and they could pick me up and into the house we’d go! 

 

So, while other cats in our neighborhood might not wear a leash and wander wherever they want to go, I know that some of them have “disappeared” and me and my Mom and Dad wonder if they got lost, or if something BAD happened to them.  I just know that I’m safe…….so who cares if I have a string attached to me once in a while?   I’m still the King of the Yard!