I was lounging quite nicely in my window sash, languidly taking in each ray of the sun, when I peeled open my eyelids to survey the scenery through the screen. What did my half drowsed orbs behold, but some two-bit feral cat skritching up close to the window, low to the ground like it was stalking me.
Well, needless to say, I wasn't going to allow some vermin riddled scrap eater think it had any right to even glance in my direction. I immediately assumed the "Don't F*** with me" stance. Which if you do not know, involves laying of ears flat against one's head, bushing one's tail up like a squirrel, and growling and hissing a lot.
Naturally the vagrant ran for cover, but I was already pissed, so I had to make a circuit of the house interior, following the beast's progress out of my domain from each window. I sure showed him.
The humans are supposed to keep these encroaching bastids out of my realm. I mean, thats what they put those limey dogs outside for. Someone is slacking.
Posted by Sierra at April 20, 2005 04:57 AM