Mittens
The cat who lives across the street is named Mittens.
Mittens loves to preen in front of our front window.
It drives Blue Dawg insane.
Which is, of course, why Mittens does it.
She’ll groom and strut and stretch, pretending not to notice Blue going berserk, even though I can see those kitty ears twitching with every bark.
That cat knows exactly what she’s doing.
Last night, the Grown Son stopped by.
He could hear Blue barking before he even got the key in the door.
“Hold the dog!” he yelled, “There’s a cat out here!”
Sure enough, Mittens was parked on our front porch like she owned the place.
The Grown Son and I both held Blue back.
Mittens looked genuinely surprised.
She was annoyed by the interruption to her well-orchestrated bullying session.
With an angry flick of her tail, she flounced off into the night, greatly offended.
Blue Dawg: 1
Mittens: 0
Blue won this round.
But Mittens will be back.
Never underestimate the power of a kitty with a grudge.
Poor Blue, she doesn’t stand a chance.
Liz Brenner
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Even you.
Especially you.
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