Things are going amok at Lindaraxa's so I've decided to take matters in hand. To begin with, there is a cat in the house. Not only that, she is the spitting
|This is the one I'm stuck with|
It all started last week. Well, you know the story. Two cats occupying our front door, my gateway to freedom! Everything has changed now, all for the worse. Cats rule the front, we puppies are delegated to the back. But we were here first. I thought we had seniority, whatever that means. Everything now is "Here Coco", "Cute Coco", "Come Coco". Coco? Whoever thought of that stupid name! Yikes.
|I'm so depressed I just can't get out of bed|
I have been the lady I'm not supposed to be. I did try to chase her but she is fast...Boy is she fast. She has been spending lots of time going around the house and snooping around. I think she is staking out some safe hiding spots Yesterday she got on top of Mom's dining room table. Can you imagine if I had done that! Mom just smiled and said "Cute Coco" and picked her off the table. Cute Coco....wait til Madame Mere hears about that. I think she will be a good ally. If only I knew how to use the phone. What's an area code?
|My new chilling out place|
On top of that she has driven off the yard all my favorite things to chase. Remember the bunnies who ate Mom's hostas? Not a one in sight. I wonder where the family in the front bushes relocated to. Maybe that's where I should go. I know! I will escape for a couple of hours and pretend I am lost. Make them sweat it out and miss me. Lily is no help. She's a wimp, a softie and a traitor, just like Mom. She grew up with a kitty so she is perturbed. Her name was Willow and she was here when I arrived. I hated Willow but I pretended to like her for my big sister's sake. I adore my two legged sister, she is so-o-o-o cool.
For awhile there I thought it was all temporary and things would get back to normal in no time. Mom hates cats. She used to be our biggest ally. But things have changed. Mom has changed. I think she's getting old and softie. Yesterday she went to Petsmart and came back with two cat collars, one for day and another with sparkly things for night. I knew then I was a dead Westie. She didn't even take me and I love to go to Petsmart with her. I could have shown her where the kitty stuff was...way in a corner in back, about a quarter of the dogs stuff. Even the fish have a bigger area. That's how high Petsmart thinks of cats. We take up half the store. And we have Grooming and Obedience School all to ourselves. Ever heard of Obedience School for Cats? They are useless and docile and boring. So they catch mice...big deal. Dogs Rule!
|My favorite Christmas sweater in Reggie D Retail Red|
|Here she is with that damn bell|
So dear readers, I am appealing to you to intervene on my behalf for I don't know how much longer I can keep on pretending. Keep in mind my nature is to chase and torment cats, squirrels and anything that moves fast. That's what we were bred for. A cat's worst nightmare, not the other way around. And remember who picks those recipes you like so much. And who nixes the bad ones. And boy, does she have bummers. Chicken livers (yuck). Bet the cat will encourage her to do more of those....and there goes the blog, and my reputation.
|I just ignore her...maybe she'll go poof!|
I know our readers will probably be mad about getting a cat story instead of a recipe; but until things change I have no alternative but to go on strike. How can I think of food and new recipes when my world has been turned upside down by a cat! This cat!
Please help restore the honor of a proud West Highland White Terrier...
Occupy Lindaraxa and make her get rid of that cat!