Saturday, October 13, 2007
Pausing in my grooming to tell you of an adventure I had last night. Lynettea had taken me out for my walk (wearing my diamond studded halter, as usual), when I spied a cat at the end of the street. A quick run along the pavement, Lynettea struggling to keep up, she needs to exercise more, and I was able to stare through the railings at a rather large grey cat. As I turned away the WILDCAT ran out of its yard and sprang onto my back. I wasn't at all flustered and was preparing to give it as good as it gave, when Lynettea gave out the most fearful hissing and shrieking, so the WILDCAT, which must have been terrified, let go and dashed away. Lynettea made me go straight home. We couldn't even stop for a sniff here and there. Then she checked me carefully all over for scratches. I lost several tufts of fluff, but nothing else. Lynettea said she could see now why Russians have such thick fur. I sat on her lap for a good while so she could pat and groom me.