Risex4
Dropped by the autobus
- Location
- The Green/Gray Hills Of Debunshire
Its Sunday afternoon, and I'm sat here with my arm in a sling nursing a fractured shoulder as a result of getting a tad too excited on a downhill last week. There's no football on, obviously no cycling, I've caught up with all of the Tour Series on CatchUp, I don't give a fig about tennis or cricket or golf, and have given up trying to understand Softball on ESPN.
As such, this afternoon's entertainment is courtesy of my cat Millie, her nemesis from across the road, and its repeated attempts to sneak in the back door for some afternoon lunch. Having flushed the intruder out from behind the conservatory suite twice, Millie missed the third stealth insertion which got as far as under the dining table resulting in a mad chase around the living room.
However she's made a tactical error by chasing the unwanted guest out under the car and has now trapped it, giving it no option of retreat. As my cat lacks any capacity for a claws-out fight-to-the-death (her initial ferocious intimidatory display of hissing and hackles subsided into a docile sun-lounge-roll-around within about 30 seconds flat), she really should have left an escape route open as now she is left guarding the invader who can only realistically come back into the house; a result contrary to what I believe Millie was trying to achieve.
Unfortunately, she seems to lack the strategic awareness to bring this to a resolution and allow her to go back to what I'm sure she wants to be doing - namely stretching out on the couch in the sun-spot and forcing her human co-habiters to find less desirable positions in which to sit - and so we are consequently locked in stalemate.
Crumbs, I'm bored.
As such, this afternoon's entertainment is courtesy of my cat Millie, her nemesis from across the road, and its repeated attempts to sneak in the back door for some afternoon lunch. Having flushed the intruder out from behind the conservatory suite twice, Millie missed the third stealth insertion which got as far as under the dining table resulting in a mad chase around the living room.
However she's made a tactical error by chasing the unwanted guest out under the car and has now trapped it, giving it no option of retreat. As my cat lacks any capacity for a claws-out fight-to-the-death (her initial ferocious intimidatory display of hissing and hackles subsided into a docile sun-lounge-roll-around within about 30 seconds flat), she really should have left an escape route open as now she is left guarding the invader who can only realistically come back into the house; a result contrary to what I believe Millie was trying to achieve.
Unfortunately, she seems to lack the strategic awareness to bring this to a resolution and allow her to go back to what I'm sure she wants to be doing - namely stretching out on the couch in the sun-spot and forcing her human co-habiters to find less desirable positions in which to sit - and so we are consequently locked in stalemate.
Crumbs, I'm bored.
