Where Lucy terrorizes the garden cat.
Lucy absolutely adores kitties and she’s somewhat aggressive about it in a very sweet way. This morning we woke up to a cloudy, but warm morning and I sat on the front porch with my coffee while Lucy chased around the garden cat, who tired of the game quickly and hid behind a tire of Kaity’s car. That didn’t stop Lucy though. For quite a while she walked around calling the garden cat, whose name is Sikorsky.
CORSY!!!
Oh. There you are.
Come here, Corsy, and I will hug you and squeeze you and when you are bad I will pet you the wrong way.
After a while of Lucy pursuing her, Sikorsky stopped her walking in circles and just stared blankly at me for a moment.
Really?
Poor cat. If she only knew how much love and care Lucy would give her.
What Sikorsky imagines:
We’ve been wooing The Garden Cat for more than a year now. For all her cuteness and loving intentions, I’m not sure Lucy is helping the situation much.
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The look on Sikorsky’s face is more like, “You sit there and let her loose like this and call yourself a mother. Shame, shame. May your next meal return as a hairball.”
Yeah. That pretty much sums it up for sure.
Your cat looks like my cat TROUBLE ,only my cat is older and fater.