Monday, January 24, 2011

Mr. Dandie Dinmont

Woof, Woof.

All Right! You can make a note of this day, because I’ve established myself as a lean, mean, cat-chasing machine.  I know what every body has been saying: “Just wait until one of those cats gets serious about standing and fighting! That’s when we’ll learn who’s boss!”

Today was the day. At feeding time one of those silly, overeager felines rushed into the house for some reason. Silly thing has never been fed in the house. Well, here I was, staying just as I had been told, and this big boy comes rushing by. Now, he wasn’t supposed to be in my house so I went after him, just to remind him, you know, and there he was in a corner!

I’ll admit that he put up a good fight before he streaked past me and joined his buddies who were yowling around My Lady who’d forgotten to empty her dish of food into their pan! I guess she just couldn’t tear herself away from the disciplinary action going on inside.

It ended quite well, I thought. There’s no sign of damage and maybe that tabby learned that it takes a lot more than a puffed up tail and a few claws to come out a winner a fellow with a Dandie Dinmont heritage.  You betcha!

Here’s a photo of two of my distant (very distant) kin, all duded up.  He doesn’t look like he’s done any hard work lately does it? On the other hand, I’ve heard that in show biz, it takes a lot of hard work to become a winner. This other guy doesn’t look at all happy. I guess he needs some cats to chase.

I’m not exactly into this genealogy stuff, but there is sure a lot of good stuff about my family background on the Internet.  It’ll make a fellow proud.  OOPS!  Willful? Does that mean I’m hard headed?