It's fairly warm today, touching officially 30C but it's much hotter in the shed here. I have the A/C on, but that means the baby peewees can't stay inside. They are outside, getting exposed to Weather. Polly is outside, too. I'm on my own today and I need someone to be on guard dog duty. Polly is a dog, so she's half-qualified. She's not too fussed with being OUTSIDE, but the concrete near the rest-room is cool in the corner near the door, so she has set up a lookout post there to bark at visitors.
The peewees are in a cage on the other side of the shed, near the doors, where they beg for food from anything that moves.
Almost anything that moves. I heard their alarm sound and looked out the window to see a large grey tabby cat stalking towards them. It was flat on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the little birds and creeping forward. The cat stalked past the open door, not more than a metre from Polly's nose. The dog did not move a muscle. I wondered if she'd seen the cat, grabbed the broom and some handy throwing things, and prepared to dash outside. Polly had seen the cat. The right moment arrived, and she went
"Boff!"
I have never seen a cat levitate and try to turn itself inside out.There was a spray of stones and a cloud of dust as the cat shot across the yard, cleared the fence by simply rising into the air without jumping, and vanished through the hedge. Its noise woke the pack of chihuahuas over there, and they went off like a pack of wild rottweillers on helium.
Polly hadn't moved, apart from her tail which flopped up and down in the dust.
The peewees saw the movement and begged for food.
Polly is a Gooddog.
The peewees are in a cage on the other side of the shed, near the doors, where they beg for food from anything that moves.
Almost anything that moves. I heard their alarm sound and looked out the window to see a large grey tabby cat stalking towards them. It was flat on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the little birds and creeping forward. The cat stalked past the open door, not more than a metre from Polly's nose. The dog did not move a muscle. I wondered if she'd seen the cat, grabbed the broom and some handy throwing things, and prepared to dash outside. Polly had seen the cat. The right moment arrived, and she went
"Boff!"
I have never seen a cat levitate and try to turn itself inside out.There was a spray of stones and a cloud of dust as the cat shot across the yard, cleared the fence by simply rising into the air without jumping, and vanished through the hedge. Its noise woke the pack of chihuahuas over there, and they went off like a pack of wild rottweillers on helium.
Polly hadn't moved, apart from her tail which flopped up and down in the dust.
The peewees saw the movement and begged for food.
Polly is a Gooddog.
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Date: 7 Nov 2006 06:09 (UTC)http://www.peewee-mafia.com/web_pages/fence_walk_of_death.html
go. read. enjoy :-)
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Date: 7 Nov 2006 14:48 (UTC)Thank you. I think.
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Date: 7 Nov 2006 15:20 (UTC)That has got to be one of the most creative descriptive similes I've ever heard.
Have the best
-=TK
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Date: 7 Nov 2006 18:06 (UTC)Please warn people...
Date: 7 Nov 2006 19:50 (UTC)I know, I'll print it out, and show them if they stop me. That should get me off the hook.