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I swear these cats act goofy sometimes (look who's talking!
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Last night I got up to go to the kitchen for something and heard a cat meowing behind the closed door. We close off that part of the house to save on air conditioning, and sometimes they follow one of us in there and get trapped when we close the door on the way back out.
Thinking to have a little fun with them I turned off the light in that room, got down on all fours, opened the door, and started barking like a fierce dog.
Sweet, gentle Willoughby was just inside the door. He let out a screech you could hear to Jericho, leaped straight up, did a 180 in mid air, and fled as if the hounds of hell were in hot pursuit. His fur was so distended he looked like a porcupine.
Traveller had been right behind him, but when Willoughby vamoosed the ranch, Traveller stood his ground. I moved toward him and barked again. He tried the Halloween cat pose, and when that only made me bark louder, he stood on his hind legs and boxed my jaws, hard, with both paws. Then he went to keep Willoughby company, all four paws going in different directions at once. It's always a treat to watch a cat try to run on a ceramic tile floor, but I was too stunned to more than vaguely note his progress.
They're still back in that part of the house somewhere, but so far they have eluded me. There are just too many places for them to hide. I told Maccabee to go fetch Traveller, but he came back empty-pawed.
Any suggestions?
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