My Girls HATE CATS!
I opened up the patio door for my precious three darling little girls to go outside. They immediately transformed into demons from hell, charging at the door, drool sliding from their jaws, canines protruding. Ready to tear apart their prey. They had picked up the scent of a cat in THEIR private domain, the back yard. The hunt was on and it was short. With in a few seconds the demon dogs had the long, sleek black, hell cat in their sight.
Who would win......three against one.....with one silly, over weight senior woman, as usual flopping her arms up in down, as she spits unconnected words out, while jumping from one foot to another. Of course my girls nor the cat is one bit impressed and pays me no attention at all. The demon dogs have got the hell cat cornered in an azeala bush. They slowly surround the bush, sneaking in on their bellies. As they get closer, the hell cat swipes at the the demon dogs with her long black limp, claws extended. Occasionally I hear a yelp and one of my little girls excitedly jumps back likened to a mongoose on to circle for the kill once again.
Of course, I am still doing my goon dance, totally useless. The hell cat, after several minutes of taunting the demon dogs, casually sashays away as if bored with these stupid dogs and no longer has time for them. The demon dogs has transformed into my beautiful, precious girls once again........no drooling, no protruding canines. Ahhhhh, life is good. I think I will go have a glass of sweet tea with my sweet little babies.
__________________ Jasmine's, Prissy's and Maggie Mae's Mommy  |