We are not cat people we are dog people. Milo is a 23 pound Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. We call him The Prince but in reality he is the King of the Castle in our empty nest. He’s been with us for almost three years now since our boys’ childhood dog left us after close to 15 years of companionship. I vowed I wouldn’t get a dog until I retired from teaching. That lasted two days into summer break of 2018 and a few days later he joined our family.
Milo is a 23 pound Cavalier King Charles Spaniel who is supposed to be a foofy lap dog. He plays his part well for the most part. He has acute hearing and the slightest unwanted noise will bring out a low grumble even if he seems to be sound asleep. He defends our castle fiercely, almost to the point of our embarrassment as friendly neighbors walk past. If they were to enter the yard he would wiggle from head to toe and roll over on his back awaiting a belly rub from anyone who was willing to indulge him.
Cats are another story though. There are several cats who freely roam our neighborhood much to Milo’s dissatisfaction. Occasionally, one will enter the yard and try to stake claim on Milo’s domain. He does not take kindly to this show of aggression and appears to lose his mind barking as if he were injured by a predator. We know this bark now and try our best to keep him in the house when the cats are about.
One very large black and white cat appears to live behind us and it shows up at the edge of our backyard frequently. At times I look out without glasses or contacts and I can’t tell if the animal is a skunk or The Cat, as we refer to it. This morning with glasses on I wasn’t sure but did determine it was The Cat. The standoffs between The Cat and Milo do entertain us so we decided to let him out. While today’s encounter wasn’t the most entertaining, Milo was the clear winner. He ventured out onto the upper deck and surveyed his kingdom from above. Sensing something was not right he let out a low grumble followed by a half bark. He didn’t perform the lose my mind circle the kingdom kind of bark he’s known for, it was just a low “woof, woof” I’m here kind of bark. It was all The Cat needed to hear this morning. After about four of those low “woof, woof” barks The Cat was slinking back into the row of evergreens that line our neighbors yard. He wasn’t up for the standoff at the property line with Milo this morning but we were entertained all the same. Score 1 for Milo today!
I wonder if our neighbor enjoys these standoffs like we do. I hope so.
I am participating in the 14th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge by Two Writing Teachers. This is my third year of daily slicing during the month of March. Thanks for stopping by!