Changing Roles

Spike isn't a dog. He's a fluffy, puffy white pain in the ass.

Sure, he barks like a dog (sometimes) or even tries to growl (occasionally) but his doggy vocabulary has a lot of whining in it. Squealing like a girl.

Moochie is the female of the lot. She has no problems putting the pooch in it's place.

Heck, she has even taken to playing with him. She hides in the bushes and when he least expects its she leaps and pounces on her canine friend.

This morning there was an intruder in our midst, Pumpkin.

Pumpkin is a ugly ass orange cat that lives in my front yard. I don't feed him - but I am sure he knows that there is salmon flavored nuggets on top of the spa every day and night and if he can just.get.back.there then he's doing ok for himself.

So - I see P slowly slinking in the bushes - he's orange he's not hard to miss. There is Spike, eating dirt and licking himself occasionally. There is Mooch, atop her water filled perch eating her breakfast.

Mooch knows Pumpkin is there. She is crouched more than usual over her fare and a slight growl is coming from her.

Spike finally realizes that there is a new smell in the yard - so like all good watchdogs he runs into the security of the screened in porch and looks around.

Slowly, P makes his move. Creeping towards the spa. Step.by.step.

S begins to run for the back door and is looking at me in sheer panic.

"Mommy - there's something back there!" His eyes scream.

But M - she slowly straightens up and makes her way down the steps - pretending that she doesn't see a thing.

S sees she's down and figures - if the bad ass cat is ok I guess its ok for me.

So S screams out of the porch bounding his was over to Moochie.

"Wanna play? Huh? Do ya? Wanna Play?"

M stops in her tracks and gives S a dirty look over her shoulder.

"Get outta her kid! We have an intruder!"

At this point I am sitting very still. Who am I to disturb the wild kingdom that is going on in my back yard. I do notice that the hose is to my right and is always at the ready. I have ammo and I am willing to spray whatever I need to.

S crouches down in the play stance as M slowly creeps towards the orange furball in the brush.

Then Pumkin leaps from the bushes - sprinting towards the spa..

"I just need a nugget - just one" he screams in desperation.

M is in full chase. Spike is frozen in fear.

Pumpkin makes it to the top of the spa and is looking down at Mooch.

"I won! I won! I won!" he taunts her with his swinging tail.

She lowers her body - ready to leap.

Spike jumps on her because he wants to play.

She swats Spike. Spike runs back into the porch crying.

And Pumpkin? He's enjoying his salmon flavored treats.