Well, I was minding my own business, having a snooze (what else?) because there was a lot of activity today all over the house–washing of windows, fixing of atelier for mama’s paintings, Vacuum Monsters running everywhere–so I was bowing out of it all when I gazed out the window and across my vision in MY garden trotted, well, sauntered, a big old fat beige, cream and orange kitty whom I have never seen and DO NOT WANT IN MY GARDEN.
I think she looked sort of like this since mama did not get her photo soon enough even thought I was howling for her to get it! She was like this one but fatter and had a “so what are you gonna DO about me being in your garden, haha” look on her muzzle!
THIS kind of look, with CATITUDE!!
But of course, these are only facsimiles, whatever they are. Thank heaven it wasn’t the one above, haha.
Still, Big Fat Beige Kitty, it’s called TRES-PASS-ING, okay? Mama had never seen her, she said.
After mama opened the door and tried to talk to her but instead, ran her up and over the fence, papa called down from upstairs “Where is Loulou, where is that kitty?” And mama ran outside to see if I was hiding from the big fat blond kitty and then they both ran all over the house like crazed weasels looking for ME under beds and in closets and in my favourite places and they were all worried that I had flown the coop or chased the BFBK off the premises or had run out the atelier door in fear, the door mistakenly opened to the street and not shut!
But, hey, FEAR? Moi? In your dreams, because I’m cool, right?
I was right in front of their eyes on the living room chair where I ALWAYS am, duh, and they didn’t even SEE ME! I think it’s glasses prescription change time…
Still, it’s nice to be wanted.
We wouldn’t want an introoder in our yard! We’d chase it away for sure!
My social cats do seem territorial, but only in limited ways. They usually tolerate anybody in the yard or cellar, or in the indoor quarantine/punishment/time-out cage, but limit new cats’ use of the porch. Loulou looks a bit like that: not trusting the intruder, but guarding/marking only her chair…
Mogwai claimed my left shoulder as her territory. Other cats could snuggle on my lap or right shoulder, but LEFT shoulder? Growl!
That is an amazing story! About your shoulder, just amazing.
You are such a good girl. I would do the same as you. Luvz, Patzy
Oh LouLou, an intruder in Your garden. How dare they? But, what ifin it’s hungry or scared or cold? Or maybe it’s lost or hurt? Surely you’d want to help it wouldn’t you? You are right ’bout one thing, it sure is nice to be wanted. We luv you too LouLou. Big hugs fur all.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
Hey, if you had seen THIS kitty, you’d know right away that someone, somewhere is taking really good care of her. She was BIG and healthy.
Aaaaaaaw We sure hope so LouLou. When me furst came to live with mommy, me was a little butterball. But, me had a belly full of worms and not food. None the less, we’re purrayin’ fur your intruder to go home and leave your garden in peace. Big hugs
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
at least if you have to have an intruder, it doesn’t hurt to have a cute one!
Yes, well, she was rather attractive…
Glad you were safe in your chair. XO
Yes, NO ONE attacks my chair.
Way to go, Loulou. Hide in plain sight and you are safe from human eyes. At least for a time.
So that’s what I was doing? Nice phrase. I’ll remember that.
Oh my goodness, LouLou – what a bit if excitement ! I’m glad you stayed inside !
Well, I was inside out of choice, of course. Otherwise I would have torn that kitty’s throat out, right?