We Are Not Speaking...

lil' Puddin' AKA "Bad Kitty" born 1997


I was sitting at the desk with the screen door open to the front to let the air through the house and to let a certain animal that happens to live here be able to look out on the street and enjoy the activity. Then, I heard the screen door open. I went quickly to the door to see and there was my cat in a cat fight! She was beating the crap out of one of the local males! They were rolling over and over and making a lot of noise, but not as much as I was making! (Not that either of them was listening to me!)

Puddin' had never been that far outside before, let alone in a fight with an alhpa male from the hood. She won. I have to admit that I felt a little bit of pride in her prowess and she didn't seem to be physically hurt at all, but I knew what this meant. Now, she thinks that everything in front of the house is her territory. I spent 45 minutes trying to lure her back into the house. (Robert came out and tried to help. I was freaking out a bit.) I talked to her sweetly, offered her treats, but was she listening? No, she was a wild animal ready to scratch anyone who came near her! And she had to roll and roll in every stinky thing she could find! I finally had to break out the special bird thing on a wire toy to get her back in the house. (I am so mad about this...she'll never see it again..!)

She thinks she is really hot shit now. She is in no way sorry for getting into a fight on the street because she won this time. She has no idea about the bigger cats she could have run into and the cars she could have run under. All she knows is that she owns the front yard.

I'm going to have to re-enforce that screen door.

She is really going to hate the flea bath.

Bad Kitty.