Hiya. So, I’ve seen Harris sneaking around the neighborhood a few times lately — once, a couple days ago when he was chilling under a car out front. I was walking Marnie Mae around the circle when she started barking like mad woman at something. I crouched down to get a better look, and who do you suppose was sitting there totally chillin’ like a villain a few feet away?
Yup, Harris, the neighborhood cat lothario (and, incidentally, Tabs’ former foil).
Anywho, I also spotted him darting across the main street at the base of our hill (I think he was chasing a squirrel), and then again yesterday skulking through the dry grasses, presumably hunting something else.
This post is a reprint in Harris’ honor. He’s still around. I believe he’s about 10 now, still doing what boy cats are apt to do (causing trouble).
What’s up with these damn cat stalkers?! Every week there’s a new one trying to dominate the common area, which sucks because that’s where Tabs likes to do his morning exercises and tai chi.
Every time he goes out there, there’s a different cat skulking around the employee parking area, even though there are signs posted everywhere that say, “No soliciting cats. STEP OFF!” and whenever Tabs turns to head back to the office, there’s always some cat intruder trying to sneak around the corner to make a move on him.
It’s enough to make a cat nervous!
I swear, that’s how it is in cat business these days. Ruthless. If you’re a cat boss, there’s always some new hungry upstart trying to take over. For CFOs (Chief Feline Officers), hostile takeovers are a constant risk…
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
Karen
