Last evening the creature foolishly ventured out. Being a cat of very little brain, she must have determined that since the snow was gone, she would be unharmed -- all the small one thinks about is her creature comforts.Interestingly, Foxy, the cat next door who looks remarkably like myself, although less stout, was sitting outside, enjoying the breeze. He was most interested in Bobo, having seen her only a few times last summer, when she was only a child. Now, of course, she is a full-grown beast.
The encounter was wonderful, Foxy hissed loudly and stalked up to Bobo, walking sideways. Bobo hissed loudly and uttered the warning cry of the cat and then rapidly retreated to huddle agaist the back door, hissing and crying all the while.
Foxy, having accomplished his goal of setting the neighborhood cats to running away, rolled on the driveway, displaying his nice white belly (although not as nice as mine). Bobo cowered in great distress until mistress took pity on her and opened the door.
A most satisfying outing.
