rrgirl wrote in Christmas: T minus 18:
kitties and plumbing fixtures have such a special synergy. they really know how to explore the recreational potential while keeping an eye out for floods.
Interesting observation. This is the same cat who is fascinated with the garden hose. He stalks it whenever we drag it across the lawn. I think he thinks it’s a snake. He wrestles with it once in a while.
Lately I’ve been referring to him as the Rick Peterson of Cats. Because, of course, everything comes back to baseball. Just at the Mets pitching coach often puts a hand on the shoulder of the pitcher when he visits the mound, this cat feels he has to reach out and put a paw on you when you walk past him. Which is cute (he’s an affectionate, touchy-feely cat) except that his claws are like razor-sharp scimitars. I hope coach Peterson keeps his fingernails trimmed so he won’t slice or acupuncture a pitcher when he does the mind meld trick.
There was a hawk in the backyard yesterday morning. I noticed it from the kitchen window. At first I thought it was a beautiful sight, then I realized that the bird was probably looking for breakfast. So I stepped outside (1) to get a better look at it, but mostly (2) to shoo it away, lest it decide that the cats were tasty morsels. I’m not sure how much a hawk can carry. Our smallest cat is about 14 pounds. The Rick Peterson of Cats weighs 18 pounds and is built like David Wells:
He’d probably cause the hawk to have a hernia.
(I must note here that while I poke fun at Wells for his weight, he did bunt for a single against the Mets this past season. He runs pretty well for a big man. I should have taken it as a Bad Omen and not been so surprised when we didn’t make the playoffs.)
