It is the cat that I now write about. The cat is an adorable little grey fuzzy thing. She had several months of watching him from the window and then when she was old enough graduated to sitting on the back porch watching him. From the beginning, the little kitty knew just how to yank Mozart's chain and yank it good. There was nothing but torment in store for Mozart. Then, her research done, she set out with a goal and boy did she meet it.
She never once bothered him, UNTIL...one day I hooked Mozart up on his lead and let him out. Immediately he was barking up a storm and just would not stop. I went to the door and looked out to see him straining at the end of the lead, trying to get to the cat.
Now you must understand that Mozart has never had issue with another cat. My sister has a cat that he completely ignores. But, this little grey kitty would sit on my porch or under my bushes and when I let him out she would jump up and race off. Not far, mind you but just far enough. She would end up laying about six inches beyond Mozart's reach. It was driving him insane, but what a brilliant move by the cat. In the many months to follow, she did this over and over again and each and every time it drove him more nuts. This became their routine fairly quickly and there were not too many occasions that this was not the case. I wish I had a dime for every time I had to drag him in the door so he would stop barking at the cat.
Now she has started sauntering back and forth on the sidewalk or in the flower bed in front of the large window Mozart sits and looks out and once again, drives him nuts. LOL Poor dog doesn't stand a chance.
So, the other night I am all snuggled into my recline with Mozart snoozing away on my lap when I noticed a little movement outside the front window. The curtain was pushed back about four inches where Mozart keeps watch on things from his perch. I kept my eyes on the window and a few seconds later, there was more movement. I turned off the little lamp that sits right beside my chair and looked at the window only to find the little cat, sitting on the window sill, looking for Mozart. Thankfully he was sound asleep and had no idea she was there. I kept an eye on her and she stayed there close to thirty minutes, just waiting for her buddy.
I guess she will miss him when we move. Who will she torment then?
Keeping watch




