© Copyright March 11, 2007 by 45 Mike
Later in the year 2000, Woof had grown into almost full size. I had taken him out to the front yard with Darlene, just to be outside for a while.
As Darlene and I talked, a couple strolled by on the street with a dog they were walking with. Woof decided that he really wanted to go play with that other dog.
The couple stopped, and we commented on each others dogs, and other pleasantries.
During our discourse, woof was wrapping the leash around my legs trying to get loose to play, (maul), their dog. Everyone else thought this was rather amusing.
From the corner of my eye I spotted a black and white streak heading for me across the lawn, by the time I turned my head to get a proper look at the streak, it had stopped at my feet, a tiny kitten, had launched itself and landed between my feet as if it belonged there. This kitten totally ignored Woof, and his antics, and my attempts to get him unwrapped from around my legs.
Woof was oblivious to the new arrival, until all four of us humans, and the other dog had our attention riveted on the little rocket ball of fur, then he wanted to play with her.
He stuck his nose between my feet to find out what this new thing was, ( we had several cats already, and he knows what a cat is), but this one was different. Her four paws, with ten claws and a bunch of sharp shiny fangs unloaded on his nose.
Woof yelped and jumped back as she let go. His leash was still not unwrapped and so as he pulled away, he yanked me off balance, so I had to step toward him to stay standing. The rocket fur ball follwed me, landing once again between my feet.
Yep, Woof has a short memory, and he once again ventured to sniff out the new addition to our lawn, with predictable results. This time however, I was ready for this nonsense, and as he pulled back, I was steady, got the leash unwrapped and handed the leash off to Darlene then scooped up the kitten.
Deablo stayed with us for about 2 years, wish I knew how she fared after she left.
I know that she never did let Woof near her without reminding him that her claws were sharp and ready, and she loved coffee, not coffee that had been brewed, but freah coffee grounds. I never saw her eat it, she just liked the way it smelled.
So that is why she’s in this picture posed as she is.
True story: