I’ve not made much headway looking into the situation with the neighborhood gangs and Steve’s initiation. Steve spent much of the weekend looking for outfit ideas on Pinterest and Ravelry (my moms’ favorite knitting website — it’s bookmarked in the browser). Needless to say, he didn’t get far.
Steve didn’t have much time to do research because we spent a good part of the weekend being hounded by our German Grandma’s dog, Huckleberry. We all love having our German Grandma here as she showers us with cuddles and treats (yes, treats!). But we cats could do without her furry beasts. Or at least the one they call Huckleberry. The black one, Lucille, is old and quiet and just follows our German Grandma around like a shadow. That is, when she’s not sleeping [the dog, not Grandma, though Grandma does enjoy her naps]. I don’t mind Lucille so much.
Huckleberry is another story. He loathes cats. And for no apparent reason. What have we ever done to him? He doesn’t try to hurt us or anything like that. He just barks and chases us out of his sight. [More like waddles after us — he could benefit from Sherman’s diet.]
Little Mom told me that I should stand up to Huckleberry. She said that one bop on the nose and he’d go running scared. But Little Mom should try facing down a barking opponent that’s charging her!
Last night the old lady, Ethel, ventured out from her room wanting to be fed… again. Following Ethel down the hallway, I stopped a safe distance back and watched from around the corner. Seemingly oblivious, Ethel had wandered right into the wolf’s den. I watched as Huckleberry, who was sleeping on the sofa, opened one eye, then raised his head. His ears perked up and he gave a warning bark. That didn’t stop Ethel. She was clearly on a mission — a mission to be fed! Next thing I know, Huckleberry charged! Holding my breath, I wondered if I should race for help. But Ethel was unphased. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared him down. Huckleberry skidded to a stop, gave a whimper, and retreated to the sofa. Victory! Cats 1, Huckleberry 0. I hate to admit it, but that old bat, Ethel, taught me an important lesson: Sometimes, when you’re hungry enough, nothing can get in your way.