That's what the clock said this morning when Psycho screeched like the hounds from Hell were chasing him. I bolted out of the bed and stumbled down the stairs only to discover that he was trying to pick a fight with his reflection in the kitchen door.
By then the adrenaline was pumping so there was no way I could go back to bed to sleep. Instead I showered, dressed, and went to Walmart. I love shopping at Walmart before the sun rises. I get to park near the door and meet women shoppers who have less of a life than I have. Unfortunately, so far, they've all been married which may explain why they are in Walmart at 5:30.
I evened the score with Psycho later this morning. I took him to the vet for his final kitty AIDS booster shot. When we returned home I made him wait in his carrier until I could take his photo and post it on the internet.
He's currently sitting on the deck plotting how to get back at me.
I shall alert Mom and Mr. Man that there's a Psycho picture.
On Friday no less!
There was a neighborhood cat who came to our sliding glass door and tried to pick fights with our guy cat at 5am. (Our gal cat was too smart to get involved with that.)But the agressor cat hasn't been seen in some time.
Guess he went off and picked a fight with the raccoons.
Posted by: pops | May 18, 2007 at 10:50 AM
And that's why you call him Psycho.
Posted by: Margaret | May 18, 2007 at 11:28 PM