I was out in the front yard with Mom, helping her take pix of the peonies. Here's one:
|One of Mom's peony pix that I helped with|
She was trying to zoom way in and get a picture of a bug on a peony petal and needed me to give her more slack on the leash. (She can't be trusted out front off-lead.) I wouldn't budge. Mom couldn't figure out why - so she looked
|"It's the Bully Cat!"|
Maude the Bully Cat was trying to sneak up on me!!! What have I ever done to her!?!?
She just kept coming. Closer and closer...
Mom told her "No!" but she must be part Siberian or something, because she just blew off everything Mom was saying. She got right about here:
|"Whoa, there, Bully Cat! You really don't want to do this!!!"|
...then launched at me, hissing and doing that arched back thing. What the ....!!!
Needless to say, Mom stopped taking pix and made me go inside. She doesn't want me to pull and re-injure my shoulder/neck -- and apparently doesn't want Maude to get hurt, even though she's a BULLY!!!
Anyway, she laid in a sneak attack on me again yesterday evening - then beat a retreat into our garage when I told her off. That's all well and good, only that was how we were supposed to get back inside ... so Dad had to come out and rescue us. That bully cat is really pushing her luck!
The moral of this story is that Mom should always take me and Zim out together so we can guard each other's six. Or sixes. Or ... whatever. Beware of bully cats wherever you live!