Fangs. Killer claws. Wheezing, grrrs ... and later, yelps. Those not familiar with cat-fighting dog? This is a "hair-raising" party of limbs and tails and, yes, the loser throws most of the hair for the most part, the cat.
It was night and I was in the living room to read a tear-jerker when I heard a guttural groan prolonged and vacillating. Immediately I dropped the book and rushed to the door with one thought in mind - my cat was under attack. Thought has an ugly picture in the head. Sparky feared an on-the-hunt or a Caesar hyperactive or worse, the dogs on the Big Block (aka Askale BDOB) was Cheops my circle waiting to snatch her hand.
So one can only imagine the shock on my face when I took Khufu chasing Sparky, the dog twice its size. A dog. My cat just chased a dog. I thought it only happens on TV.
"You had to be impotent," I scolded Khufu, but in reality I was torn between being proud of the cat and the fear of him as he sat on his back, licking his paws ... Sparky completely forgotten.
But my memory bank has recovered from its archives a plausible explanation of what had been the scene of the crime. Said dog seemed to have a phobia of cats once received a blow on the head of a cat paw. So I thought my cat was just lucky. Sparky would avert from all that meows.
But then another strange night has come and dogs were running for the queue. The cat militant had struck again.
Dogs. Not one, but two. puppies-definitely not. One was Caesar and the other was a BDOB, both larger than Sparky. I was impressed.
Perhaps it would happen again, maybe not. But I would not want my feline friend to make it a hobby or you drive all the dogs away.
Here's the rule: Cats must be chased by dogs. The poor cat must have got tired of running for his life that he decided to make a bold move once unthinkable to alter life in our neighborhood cat-infested dog.
It seems that she has picked up his pride and office pieces, come what may, to make a statement on behalf of the feline race. The declaration could be: We cats can be soft, but we are not fragile.
How easy it is for us to leave our fears or to yield to the injustice of bullies to avoid the inconvenience and side effects of the battle, not having known the victories possible we could realize the dreams ... remain as mere dreams.
But fear is fear. If only we could simply throw out the window and closed out of our mind. But fear is a part of our existence. It is a psychological battle, a struggle between yes and no. For me, it is not something that demolished in one day. I remember that my cat used to sacrifice food for dogs and be embedded within. He took his time to get the courage to go against the norm that we thought could never be changed.
Have you ever tried one of those rare moments when a thing or two happens beyond normal?
You learn things from cats ....
Perhaps courage is the passport to be sure of who we are, to believe, to act big no matter how small, like the cat who has fought for his claim of territory and demand compliance with a personlity bigger than a dog.
We all have our own dogs to hunt to turn our "impossible" in a badge that we wear proudly. As for me, I'm not done with my anchor.
No comments:
Post a Comment