CHASE THE CAT! (Boy Plays Rough!)
YIPP-EEE! Hey Cyber-Pack, do you like to play? What’s your favorite? Maybe “Play Fetch”? Or “Dig Dig Dig”? (I like that one pretty much too.) Or “Check Out What the Bunny Left in My Yard”? Maybe you, like I, REALLY enjoy a good game of “Run Diagonally at the Fence Where the Possum is Sitting and See if You Can Knock it Off the Fence in One Try”?
“Chase The Cat” has to be the MOST exciting, though, ESPECIALLY when played indoors!
I told you about my girlfriend Tessa, who lives across the street, with her human pack. This is Tessa:
Sometimes we go for walks together, and sometimes Tessa comes over to visit me. Tessa loves to play “Fetch the Silver Ball that is Bigger than a Tennis Ball.” She could play it for hours. (BOR-ING!) She also loves to look out her window, like this:
and watch my house to see where I am and where my Alison and Alexa are. (OK, I sit at my bay window and watch Tessa’s house too!)
When the weather is nice, Tessa likes to sit in the ivy in her front yard like this:
and many summer evenings, I join her in the nice cool ivy.
Well, these days, the ivy is freeze-your-dogbutt-snowy-icy COLD ivy! So it’s fun to visit indoors and play with each other’s dog toys.
Tessa has a very fun toy called a CAT, that she doesn’t even play with. (Such a waste of CAT!) Its name is “BOY” (I guess because it is a boy cat). And its biggest talent is growing fur…and claws. Nancy, Tessa’s alpha human, says Boy is pretty old.
When I visit Tessa, Boy stays in a room behind a closed door because the first time I visited, many dog-years ago, I chased Boy and another cat up and down the stairs, and all over the house until both cats climbed to the top of the highest furniture they could find, where I, Merlin, could not even jump. They both left small claws in the carpet, running so hard to beat me to the tall furniture! Wow, was that ever FUN, even though the cats won! But my Alison took me home then, and I had to send a note to the cats, apologizing and sending them cat treats. So that’s why Boy stays in a closed room now when I visit.
(I never saw that other cat again. Nancy said he was very, very old.)
The other day, I was visiting at Tessa’s house. Always, the first thing I do there is run upstairs and sniff around for Boy, and I always find where he is, but the door is always closed. Sometimes he fools me and hides down the basement, so I sniff at the basement door too. OK, so I knew Boy was in the room they call ‘the Den”. (Hey, really, it just looks like a ROOM, with a ceiling just as high as the rest of the rooms—not MY idea of a close, cozy “DEN” at all!) I went downstairs and got pets from the humans and gave them kisses, played with Tessa’s toys, played a little “Chase” with Tessa, drank her water and knocked the top off her giant can of kibble. We went outside and ran in the snow, sniffed for wildlife and had a barkfest with the other dogs in the ‘hood. (THEY started it!) Pretty good fun so far!
Well, Cyber-Pack, I bet you can guess what’s coming!
When we went back inside, I could smell Boy stronger than before, so I bounded upstairs, 3 stairs at a time with my long Pointer-legs and saw—the DEN DOOR was OPEN! YIPP-EE! PLAYTIME! And no tall furniture in the den!
Did you know cats can fly? I’m not sure Boy knew cats can fly either, but, boy, did that furry old sucker zip past me, all of him in the air at the same time! As he flashed by I felt a THWAHP! on my muzzle, and pricks like the bee stings I got one summer. YES! A good game of CHASE THE CAT was afoot! And, “tag”, I was “IT”! I chased that Boy down the stairs and through the living room, and then he disappeared down the basement stairs, and someone slammed the basement door behind him. DRAT! End of game. (NOT end of story.)
We stayed a while longer, but my Alison decided to take me home when I camped out in front of the basement door, still sniffing deeply. (STILL NOT end of story.)
When we got home, I lay down and watched my Alison, like I do when I want to get her to pay attention. She looked at me and giggled, “Merlin, dear, that cat gave you a cowlick on your nose fur! Let me pat that down.” I vowed to be SOOO good when she touched my nose, because she didn’t realize at first that it WASN’T a furry cowlick (to which I would have said, “MOOOO!”).
It was two sharp, pointy, half-moon-shaped CLAWS stuck in---ME! “Oww-OOO!” When she did realize, she gently backed the cat claws out of my muzzle, like humans do with wood slivers. Then she put some greasy stuff on that place a few times in the next days, and I, Merlin Merlino Moo (and sometimes Charlie) was completely fine. And we found out that Boy was completely fine, too.
So, Cyber-Pack, beware! Here is an artist’s rendering of the dangerous, armed, suspect, a/k/a “Boy”:
If seen, approach with caution! And then come play “Chase” with me, Moo!!
Wishing you all great fun and love, and a great pack!
Merlin Merino Moo
“Chase The Cat” has to be the MOST exciting, though, ESPECIALLY when played indoors!
I told you about my girlfriend Tessa, who lives across the street, with her human pack. This is Tessa:
Sometimes we go for walks together, and sometimes Tessa comes over to visit me. Tessa loves to play “Fetch the Silver Ball that is Bigger than a Tennis Ball.” She could play it for hours. (BOR-ING!) She also loves to look out her window, like this:
and watch my house to see where I am and where my Alison and Alexa are. (OK, I sit at my bay window and watch Tessa’s house too!)
When the weather is nice, Tessa likes to sit in the ivy in her front yard like this:
and many summer evenings, I join her in the nice cool ivy.
Well, these days, the ivy is freeze-your-dogbutt-snowy-icy COLD ivy! So it’s fun to visit indoors and play with each other’s dog toys.
Tessa has a very fun toy called a CAT, that she doesn’t even play with. (Such a waste of CAT!) Its name is “BOY” (I guess because it is a boy cat). And its biggest talent is growing fur…and claws. Nancy, Tessa’s alpha human, says Boy is pretty old.
When I visit Tessa, Boy stays in a room behind a closed door because the first time I visited, many dog-years ago, I chased Boy and another cat up and down the stairs, and all over the house until both cats climbed to the top of the highest furniture they could find, where I, Merlin, could not even jump. They both left small claws in the carpet, running so hard to beat me to the tall furniture! Wow, was that ever FUN, even though the cats won! But my Alison took me home then, and I had to send a note to the cats, apologizing and sending them cat treats. So that’s why Boy stays in a closed room now when I visit.
(I never saw that other cat again. Nancy said he was very, very old.)
The other day, I was visiting at Tessa’s house. Always, the first thing I do there is run upstairs and sniff around for Boy, and I always find where he is, but the door is always closed. Sometimes he fools me and hides down the basement, so I sniff at the basement door too. OK, so I knew Boy was in the room they call ‘the Den”. (Hey, really, it just looks like a ROOM, with a ceiling just as high as the rest of the rooms—not MY idea of a close, cozy “DEN” at all!) I went downstairs and got pets from the humans and gave them kisses, played with Tessa’s toys, played a little “Chase” with Tessa, drank her water and knocked the top off her giant can of kibble. We went outside and ran in the snow, sniffed for wildlife and had a barkfest with the other dogs in the ‘hood. (THEY started it!) Pretty good fun so far!
Well, Cyber-Pack, I bet you can guess what’s coming!
When we went back inside, I could smell Boy stronger than before, so I bounded upstairs, 3 stairs at a time with my long Pointer-legs and saw—the DEN DOOR was OPEN! YIPP-EE! PLAYTIME! And no tall furniture in the den!
Did you know cats can fly? I’m not sure Boy knew cats can fly either, but, boy, did that furry old sucker zip past me, all of him in the air at the same time! As he flashed by I felt a THWAHP! on my muzzle, and pricks like the bee stings I got one summer. YES! A good game of CHASE THE CAT was afoot! And, “tag”, I was “IT”! I chased that Boy down the stairs and through the living room, and then he disappeared down the basement stairs, and someone slammed the basement door behind him. DRAT! End of game. (NOT end of story.)We stayed a while longer, but my Alison decided to take me home when I camped out in front of the basement door, still sniffing deeply. (STILL NOT end of story.)
When we got home, I lay down and watched my Alison, like I do when I want to get her to pay attention. She looked at me and giggled, “Merlin, dear, that cat gave you a cowlick on your nose fur! Let me pat that down.” I vowed to be SOOO good when she touched my nose, because she didn’t realize at first that it WASN’T a furry cowlick (to which I would have said, “MOOOO!”).
It was two sharp, pointy, half-moon-shaped CLAWS stuck in---ME! “Oww-OOO!” When she did realize, she gently backed the cat claws out of my muzzle, like humans do with wood slivers. Then she put some greasy stuff on that place a few times in the next days, and I, Merlin Merlino Moo (and sometimes Charlie) was completely fine. And we found out that Boy was completely fine, too.So, Cyber-Pack, beware! Here is an artist’s rendering of the dangerous, armed, suspect, a/k/a “Boy”:
If seen, approach with caution! And then come play “Chase” with me, Moo!!
Wishing you all great fun and love, and a great pack!
Merlin Merino Moo
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