I don’t want to be one of those women who writes about her cats… although I have done it which does make me “one of those women who writes about their cats.” The following scenario is just too tempting *not* to write about my kitty.
Her name is Mila- pretty little delicate fluffy kitty who is quiet and a little shy. I’ve had her for almost two years now and she’s a loving little creature who tends to keep to herself for the most part.
Yesterday the other cat “Stan Lee” (a healthy chunk of a cat who’s pretty solid- he acts more like a dog or an annoying little kid) he was tormenting Mila the majority of the day. If she was stretching out in the sun spot relaxing he’d plop down next to her, roll slightly to bump her out of the way and then swat her. I’d watch her little paws bat try to bat him away… and then she’d go find another place to relax, only to be met up with him again.
Getting annoyed with Stan for that amongst other things, prompted me to break out my sons automatic Nerf foam dart shooter… I had a Rambo trilogy weekend… I spied the gun/ammo… saw the annoying cat and something just clicked.
I sprayed the little guy with the foam darts and it was SOOO therapeutic! He wasn’t injured (merely a little annoyed) and Mila… I swear, was sitting there smiling! Afterwards I went to sit on the sofa and Mila ran over to me and started to pur and weave around my head nuzzling me. When Stan walked over Mila started to chat away, looking right at me as if she were telling me to get the gun… shoot him… “Why aren’t you doing anything woman?!”
I had thrown out my back, so attacking Stan was no longer on the agenda for fun (if you shoot the dart, you must go pick up the dart).
This morning I heard Jonathon get excitedly upset over something that was happeneing by the food bowls. Mila found one of the foam darts (she normally has no interest in ANYTHING, let alone insulting cat toys or what have you). She had her body facing Stan Lee and it looked like she was trying to pick it up and throw it at him.
I felt so proud of the little girl, but was she really doing what I thought she was trying to do?
