Well, we had a skirmish this morning. No, it’s not what you think. We were sat quietly drinking coffee and watching the last of the Olympics, when an ungodly noise started outside the front door. Elderly cat (he’s 14 this year) had been cornered by a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Now, Elderly cat used to be the king of the neighbourhood. No task was too big. He has brought back rats almost bigger than he is, and rabbits (It made me cry, I am a soppy git) birds, and small rodents, still alive. That was interesting, and I was tempted to jump on the table and scream (don’t ask) but that was nothing to do with the cat as it happens. Lately he has tuned into an old bloke in a nursing home. He eats, he sleeps he dribbles, he has the occasional unspeakable accident, but enough of Hubby.
So this morning, there am I still in dressing gown. Hubby a little more decently clad. Well still in his lollipop man outfit (I like a man in uniform) but I was unwilling to open the door to the world. A Staffie had been coming down the road with his person and spotted Elderly cat sleeping in the bushes. Over he rushed and barked and jumped and generally p*ssed elderly cat off if I’m honest. What did the owner do? A bit fat nothing. Just stood there and laughed and declared that the dog needed to be taught a lesson. Hubby opened the door not best pleased (he was missing the volleyball) and took in the emerging situation.
Elderly cat was cowering, all claws out and puffed up like a blow fish with a hairdryer up it’s jacksy, growling to beat the band. The staffie was jumping and barking and generally not making the whole episode any better. Staffie owner was still finding the whole thing extremely funny, until elderly cat jumped on the Staffies back and gave him a good swipe around the gills. Oy mate, can’t you control your cat he declared. Hubby just looked at him with irritation (he WAS missing the volley ball after all). Took elderly cat by the scruff and put him gently down onto the hall carpet (well that’s not exactly how it happened but it’s all the information you need) gestured to Staffie owner in a friendly manner (as if) and retired inside.
Elderly cat was very wound up to say to least and tempted to attack Dawg (who had witnessed the whole scene with confusion) And was sitting waiting to join in, meanwhile there was still lots of howling and growling, (whether that was hubby or puss it was hard to distinguish.) We on the other hand didn’t need the vet bills so we directed Elderly cat into the back garden to calm down.
But, I have to say I am proud of elderly cat. When I am 98 years old and a young thug comes towards me with the intention to attack. I only hope that I can (if not jump on his back) then at least hold my own with all claws and teeth flying.
Good for you Puss. You are an Olympian, an elderly gentleman and a grumpy old puss. Bless your furry frowning, broken toothed, ragged eared and bad tempered face………………………………..
