A week or so ago, some people showed up at Dad's clinic with a half-frozen kitten that they had found on the side of the road in Shell. It was at most a bit over a week old. So now, my parent's have a little black kitten named Shelley.
She wanders around the house in her kitten-y way, attacking and subduing all she encounters, until something else distracts her, a few seconds later. Curtains, yarn, dust motes, ankles and a Chesapeake Bay Retriever ten or twenty times her size (Their other dog, a nervous and high-strung greyhound mix, avoids Shelley entirely)
Kia (the retriever, don't ask, I don't know) has always been fascinated with baby animals, and she lets Shelley attack her paws, tail and sometimes her face. For a while. Eventually she gets up and runs away. If you have never seen an 8 oz kitten chasing an 80 lb dog, you have missed the pinnacle of humor.
Later,
Sunday, September 30, 2007
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I would have liked to see that.
LOL. That would certainly be a sight. Ever see the cat food commercials where they made it look like a housecat was chasing a zebra? ^/^
I think that, by weight, Kia is probably more like 80 times the size of the kitten.
And Gus isn't a greyhound mix, he's a purebred Weimaraner - the German breed once known as "the grey ghost". Dad says they're usually nervous dogs and Gus is better than most he's seen.
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