I had one walk into my kitchen the other night. We have dubbed him Earl....cause Earl's gotta die <singing Dixie Chicks>
I kid you not...he walked in as I opened the door. The same one who has been eating the cat food on my porch. I brought my ferocious LGD in to annihilate him.....they sniffed him and told me, "Ugly cat, mom! Now...whattayagottoeat?"
I poked him with a broom and yelled, "Git the possum!(I am from WV, after all...
) They lay down on the floor to watch the new "cat" get in trouble....probably glad it wasn't their turn to get yelled at....
My cat was the only one grasping the severity of the situation....he was puffed up to twice his normal size and bugging OUT!
Earl just grinned and walked under the table.
My son comes home and sits down at the table. I say, "There is a possum under that table." He says NO WAY! Looks under the table and shrugs.
I tell him that he is the man of the house and he has to remove the possum. He says again, "NO WAY!" and continues to eat his food. He pauses to think and to....strain. He passes a horrible, wet sounding, nasty gas and states, "THAT oughta kill it."
So I'm standing there in a cloud of fumes, dogs looking at me eagerly to see when I will give them some reward for looking at the ugly cat, the cat looking like a chia pet and I realize......Everyone left their MAN CARDS at the door!
I stoop and grab Earl's tail, walk calmly to the door and toss his scraggly butt out into the yard! He looked at me as if to say, "So much for southern hospitality."
Grins at me again, but now I can see that it looks more like he is gritting his teeth...and waddles slowly away.
Earl has been back since and I swept him off the porch with a broom the other night. He gritted his teeth at me again.....
I know he won't get my chickens because the dogs suffer no cats in their boundary of the back yard....not even
really ugly ones!
