What is it that a cat thinks? Dogs donâ€™t often question the very nature they were born to, but often wonder how it is that a fellow four-legged creature as such could prove to be the absolutely most fascinating thing in the room when it comes to entertainment.
And itâ€™s not the fact that we love to chase them. It is the fact that it is they who seem to love to be pursued. Why run? Why flee a playmate unless there is a game to be played. Yes. It is the cat that loves the game and that is why we chase: Because we are dogs.
So that brings us to that exact predicament. Mr. Cat here says I canâ€™t catch him. He sits upon my fence, meowing soft mews that are quite frankly very annoying. Before this I was laying in the sunshine that the window overlooking the backyard offered my soft dreams. And thatâ€™s when mews interrupted my fancy sleep and brought me out here to get a better view of what was going on.
Everything was in complete order. The leaves were undisturbed and even the squirrels had clearly known better than to trample on my ground. But Mr. Cat didnâ€™t. Or at least he claimed he didnâ€™t. He sat upon my fence with a very pompous attitude that seemed to say: All that lay before me is mine.
He was wrong. And even when I told him to scat, he remained unwavering. I barked. My efforts were joined by my good neighbor Buck, but nothing phased this cat. He stood his place firm.
â€œWhat is it that you want?â€ I barked furiously. â€œYouâ€™re in my yard now and whatever I say goes. I say you had better run before we catch that fluffy tail of yours and use it for a chew toy.â€ I could sure be intimidating when there were trespassing felines around.
â€œWell, my good sir, I happen to be exploring my new homestead,â€ Mr. Cat explained as though he had every business being here. â€œI have recently set claim to the territory a little ways down the road and I want to meet all the common folk that reside in my territory. Who might you be, my good dog?â€
I was astounded. No cat had ever taken a moment to speak as much as a meow to me, but Mr. Cat here had basically just introduced himself, even if it was a little obnoxious.
â€œAnybody around here knows that Iâ€™m Rocky and that this is my castle,â€ I growled.
â€œYeah,â€ Buck chimed in, â€œAnd Iâ€™m the loudest dog on the block. Those that hear me call me Buck!â€
I covered my ears to block out some of Buckâ€™s wildly obnoxious howl, but it seldom does much to save the old eardrums. Even Mr. Cat covered his ears and shied away from Buck, but did not leave our presence. He did in fact seem more intrigued than before.
â€œMy, that is a very powerful howl you have there,â€ Mr. Cat exclaimed after the noise had subsided. â€œItâ€™s good to know that there is a siren around to warn in case of danger or threat. I will rest better knowing that there is a reliable alarm in the neighborhood.â€
I was baffled. No cats had ever talked to us let alone offered a compliment. I had to know more about this cat. He didnâ€™t belong. I rushed the fence to instigate chase, but Mr. Cat remained.
â€œYou have a lot of determination, Mr. Rocky,â€ Mr. Cat meowed down to me. â€œBut, why is it that you canâ€™t get up here?â€
â€œI can if I want to,â€ my fierceness had left me now that the cat had called my bluff. â€œBut I know better than to leave the yard. I could get doggy-knapped or worse.â€
Mr. Cat sat and considered what I had said. â€œYou know, that is very true. Cars rush by and I canâ€™t tell you how many times my tail has met the grasp of another person. In my old home, no one dared to grab my tail, but everyone around here wants to tug on my furry tail. They might be doing the same to my companion as we speak. Perhaps I should return to ensure she is safe.â€
Mr. Cat looked around suspiciously and asked us to keep an eye out for any intruders that would want to steal his fluffy ball and string, and then he hopped away and raced down the sidewalk. Buck and I watched as his tail sped down the walkway and enter the third house on the left.
â€œWhat a strange cat.â€ I told Buck.
â€œYeah, but he would have made a good cat for chasing.â€ Buck howled. â€œI sure hope he comes back to play a good game of chase.â€
Jason DuronÂ is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories.Â Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky give you a chance to see daily life from a â€œdogâ€™s eye viewâ€ and share in their thoughts.Â Please enjoy, and we hope that youâ€™ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dogâ€™s very own “rocky” adventures.