This is what happens around the clock.
F: Oh, Vespa? Where am I? Can you catch me? Watch me run! Watch me! Watch me!
V: Must. Herd. Cat.
Fifty: Neener, neener, neeeeener! You caaaan't catch meeee!
Vespa: Wanna bet?
Rinse and repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
If I tell Vespa to leave it, she will. However, Fifty is just awful and she'll rub herself all over Vespa while Vespa is in a time out for chasing. What a brat!
After Vespa and Fifty play a few rounds of their pointless chase game, they snooze near each other so they can play "you can't catch me" at a moment's notice.
The weirdest part of this game is that Fifty will let Vespa nibble behind her ears and on her throat. Who has ever seen a cat willingly lift her head so a giant dog can nibble on her throat? Does my cat have a death wish? It's like the circus man who puts his own head within a lion's mouth. I will provide photographic evidence soon...
These scenes look very familiar to me, for some reason. Only, the dog is the same but the cat is different!
ReplyDeleteThis sure makes me miss our kitty, Scottie. She and our dogs got on very well too. I sure don't miss the litter box, however! can't have kitties anymore with huskies in the house.
ReplyDeleteSo cute. Love the dopey catnip pics too. Reminds me, we're out of catnip at the moment and my outdoor plant flooded. There's bound to be a revolt soon!
ReplyDeleteTina
Do they ever get tired? Chase chase chase chase chase...
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