Sassy Trees a Cat

When Sassy gets back on our block, coming home from the park, she has two important destinations. One is to bark at the three dogs who lie in wait on the other side of the fence on the corner. Today she ran there so fast she skidded into the fence. The three dogs sound like they are wounded and furious each day, but they are always looking for a bark-fest. They bark from across the street when we avoid them on the way to the park. They are very quiet when we approach their property on the way back. As soon as I say, "No one is home, Sassy," they light up.

The next yard is the best for Sassy. A grey cat lives there and often hangs around outside. Sassy does a quick search mission each time. Almost always the cat has an escape route into the garage or under the car.

One day, on the way to the park, Sassy caught the cat in the open and treed her. She marched off to the park, pleased with herself.

Old Precious finally cornered a cat on one of our walks. The cat puffed out her chest and raised an ominous claw with talons extended, hissing. Old Precious suddenly decided cats were not worth annoying.