Friday, September 15, 2006

Panthers Prowl Here

"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea."
-
Robert A. Heinlein

Long and lean, sleek and soft, the sweet housecats that once roamed our home rubbing lovingly against shins and out-streached hands have morphed into lions, tigers, panthers.
How, you ask, did these visions of furry affection become lethal blurs of claws and teeth and destruction? What terrible event would alter the psyche of such ordinarily sweet and docile pets?

We opened the windows.

Fresh air has carried new scents and sounds to the sharp, triangular ears of our fearsome felines. Now they are aware of every bird, squirrel, moth, butterfly, and neighborhood tomcat. Now they stalk through the house from window to window with wild eyes. They gallop up and down the hall like a pride of lions on the Savannah, ready to hunt down their prey of stray spiders and flies.

Thank goodness we have them. Without them we would be at the mercy of the hideous shoe strings that lay in wait to strangle us in our sleep. Our pair of panthers are willing to risk their own safety to attack feet moving under bedsheets or plastic balls with bells inside them.

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