We still have a trap in our garage, not set. SlyShy disappeared before I could catch him. I didn't try very hard. I didn't think I could deal with him if I did.
Dogs are more of a problem around here. Everyone owns them and they are good owners, except dogs are smart, sneaky critters who, as soon as their owners head off to work, crawl under or leap over their fence, or maybe they unlatch and walk out on their hindlegs carrying their briefcases.
They carpool. I swear, they stop by every house, picking up their friends, and then they trot down the street, a gang of them. They're not vicious, except towards cats. Then they return home at the end of the day, before their owners, and look as if they had been lying there in the yard all day, lonely and bored.
In the evening, they are taken for their walks, and they look at me threateningly as they go by.
--If you try to tell on me, I'll deny it all, and then I'll come back and kill your cat.--
I am not a dog lover. |
