Hi everyone Katie here.
It's been quite a week here at the townhouse. Parties and intruders. Intruders and parties. I had glorious plans of participating in Hunt Week, sponsored by my good friend Fin over atHousecat Confidential.
I had the photo shoot all planned, right down to the most intricate details. I made sure Glogirly's camera was all charged up and ready to go. I was going have her photograph me in a series of classic hunt poses. Hiding around the corner of the staircase with my eyes on Black Cat. Crouching low to the ground as I stalk Red Dog.
Instead of enjoying the thrill of the hunt,
I have become...
Smelly strangers wandering the townhouse, calling out "Here Kitty!" "Where are you Kitty?" "Kitty! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Yeah right. Would you like fries with your nice big glass of Hiss?
Last night's guests didn't leave until late this morning for crying out loud. They brought pajamas AND toothbrushes. Sheesh! One slept by my food. The other by my box. It was a dicey night, I tell you.
So I've spent most of the week crouched not as a Hunter but as the Hunted. I've checked the calendar and it appears there will be no more "planned" intruders prior to Christmas. I'm not breathing easy yet though. You can never be too careful.
Pee S: Thank you so much for your encouraging comments. I know many of you have been advising me to give these intruders a chance. You know, six laps are better than two, etc... Well that's all fine and good, but it's not in my Cat Handbook. I've re-read the section on hissing and visitors. As far as I can tell, it's no accident that hissing and visitors are addressed in one chapter. They go hand in hand.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.