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Dulce Mae is my hero
Sun, 28 May 2006 21:42:59 -0500 rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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Mark Edwards...
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Time for the sometimes annual vacuuming of the carpet (grin).
Sam...
I started unwinding the cord of the Dyson (which vacuum I highly recommend, btw), and Buster starts giving me worried looks. Little Feet prepares to run. Little Boy gives me an odd "What are you doing?" look. I start up the vacuum, and Little Feet runs from the living room into the bedroom. Buster hightails it to the top of the chest freezer down the hall. Little Boy tries to get traction in mid air, doing his best Bugs Bunny imitation (head two feet ahead of his hindquarters, and a cloud of dust). I don't see Dulce Mae. On into the bedroom. Little Feet feels safe on the bed, and just watches me. Until I pick up the vacuum to get to the obstructed side of the room. He joins Buster on the freezer. Little Boy's head pokes briefly around the corner at the end of the hallway. I still don't see Dulce Mae. Down the hall, and near the freezer I go. Cats on the freezer are panicking and trying to find a way off the freezer without being eaten by the vacuum. Finally, I see Dulce Mae. She comes charging down the hall, pushes me back from the vacuum, and runs up to the vacuum. She administers three sharp slaps to the machine, cusses at it for a moment, then comes back and rubs against my legs, looking very smug. I believe she gave sharp looks to the three boy cats while she was at it. When I picked her up and thanked her for protecting me, she started purring. She may be terrified of cars, but she takes no guff from uppity household appliances (big grin). Marina...
Hugs and Purrs, Mark Sam...
CatNipped...
Randy...
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