Wow... that could have been bad...

OK, so I'm sitting here doing my morning ritual of checking my news sites and blogs on the internet while I wake up. Now before I begin my rituals, I start Skoobi on hers. I prop open the front door (which stays open most of the day for her to come in and out as she pleases), she goes potty while I get her breakfast and fresh water, she comes in, eats and then either goes back outside to sleep in the sun, or she curls up on the couch.

So I'm sitting here reading a blog when I hear something in the kitchen. Skoobi's eating her breakfast... but then I think - "I thought Skoobi was in the living room." But she sneaks around sometimes, so I figured she was just finishing off her food before heading back outside. I continue reading the blog I was on, but then I thought - "Why is she eating so slow... I really thought she was in the living room." So I kept reading. Then I had to blow my nose, and when I took the tissue from the corner of the desk, my eye caught a glance in to the little sliver of the kitchen I can see from my desk. It so happens to be the part where Skoobi's bowl is. And it just so happened I could see a tail... not a black short-haired tail.. a white and orange fluffy tail that belonged to a white and orange fluffy cat!!

Oh my...

My dog doesn't like cats... that's actually putting it mildly. She abhors cats. That's actually putting it mildly, too. She's all dog when it comes to cats... she wants to kill them all, but she wants to maim them first and make sure suffer in the process.

So my next thought was... well let's not go there, but the thought after that was - "Where's the dog? The life of this cat is in my hands." So I quietly got out of my chair as to not alert the dog to the problem because I still think she is in the living room. The cat hears me and, thankfully, bolts out the door. But Skoobi hears me as well, and comes prancing in from the living room. I block her from going outside right away trying to give the cat a chance to escape, and so she goes to her food bowl - where she immediately smells the signs of an alien predator in her domain. She looks at me with eyes of betrayal and disgust... "you let the feline in, and you did not tell me... it ate my food. I kill you after the cat."

She ran out into the yard, and I followed hoping a smack down (or should I say a claw down) was not going to occur. Thankfully the cat was smart enough to quickly jump the fence.

Thankfully, I didn't have a bloody and screeching start to my day... cats...


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