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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Lily and Lola Get Schooled



Smack down.

135 lbs of doggie attitude vs. 8 lbs of pure unadulterated cat rage. No contest.

Freckles the cat hid the first two years after the black trio invaded the house.

Methinks she was horrified that not only did we bring two dogs in, but a feisty black kitten as well.

She became like a ghost cat. We'd maybe catch a glimpse or hear the pitter-patter of her little kitty paws, then we'd turn and there would be nothing there at all. She'd come out for affection when she couldn't stand her self-imposed isolation one more second. But usually, it was only when the dogs were on the lower level of the house.

But one day it changed. She must have had one of those "I'm mad as heck and not going to take it anymore moments." Because, all of a sudden, a hissing, spitting, yeouwling hair ball shot out from underneath a bed and she schooled those girls but good.

Now. The girls give her WIDE berth and mucho space and seem to always be checking over their shoulders, wondering if the scary kitty might be hiding, just waiting for a misstep.

2 comments:

Ms. Craftsalot said...

I just found this. Neat blog.

I had to say that I have one of those cats too. She's white with markings like a siamese only orange, vet called her a fire point. Molly is her name. We got her one year after our first fur baby, a beautiful gray cat, Shadow, and one week before getting our dog Riley, who came from the same family. Went to check out the dog, came home with a cat, then went back for the dog. Anyway, Molly was really needed as a playmate for Shadow, cause Shadow had been using me as her playmate, cute for a kitten, not much fun from an adult cat. Well, after we got the dog, both the dog and Shadow would use Molly as a chew toy, so she got the nick name "chew toy", but that only lasted for maybe 6 months. Once she gained some weight and realized that she did not have to put up with being chewed on, she started to fight back. She gets along great with Shadow, they love to fight, but also love to snuggle. But our dog will not cross her path for anything. It's so hilarious trying to coax him past the cat, and he won't budge. He'll bark and carry on, but he won't move past her until she moves or starts to head the other way. She acts as if there is nothing wrong, but I think she secretly enjoys her power over the dog. She also loves to eat and outweighs Shadow by at least two pounds and must weigh about the same as the dog, a Schnauzer. So anyway, love your stories and such. Just had to add my two bits in. I stared my own blog last year, but I've neglected it these past two months, been busy.

cottagecountrycharms.blogspot.com if you want to check it out.

Amanda

Kelly Klepfer said...

Thanks, Amanda. : )

I looked at some of your pics. Nice stuff. Totally love the cards you photographed. : )

Thanks for sharing your animal stories, too. Ha. They are fun.