Tuesday, January 31, 2012

If You Were Small enough, You'd be Food

It is the last day of the month. I have a busy day ahead of me.  Why?  I am not sure why, but the bike shop has gotten off to a stellar start this first month of 2012.  The weather?  My better than average attendance record?  Whatever it is, I have to go with it.  The cha-ching cha-ching of the register is what keeps the doors opening on a daily basis.  But like I said it is the last day of the month.  Seems to me marking the last of anything has some importance also.  So here I am marking it.

Fernando El Magnifico is performing his usual figure eight in between and around my legs.  He stops every so often and tosses a huge clawed paw up on my thigh just to make sure I know he is there.  "Yeah, Yeah bonehead, I see ya."

Without looking down I reach down to scratch his head.  Two paws grab my hand and drag it towards his open mouth.  His teeth bear down, but just enough to tell me 'Nando wants to rough house, not be loved.  "Oh yeah you little shithead, I 'll show you some rough housing."

So we tussle.  I smack him around, he lightly scratches and gently bites.  Like kids we go at it for more than a few minutes.  I keep expecting my wife to come in and break it up.  She always spoils the fun.  Damn women, they're such Moms.

At some point 'Nando has had enough and lets me know when he draws actual blood.  "Okay, okay big guy, you win.  But remember, I'm still bigger, badder, and I know how to open the cans of cat food..........Remember that."

Fernando el Magnifico just cocks his head a tad and gives me the look........."If you were small enough, you'd be food."



The Blog Fodder said...

You got that cat figured right. and maybe it applies across the entire species?

BBC said...

You don't want to die in a room just you and that cat are in.

yellowdoggranny said...

he reminds me of Dexter..

Randal Graves said...

Cats run the house. They could kill you while you sleep.