So we were walking though a friend's apartment complex today, and the puppies were doing so good considering we'd already seen TWO kitties, and they
didn’t bark or lunge at them, go spastic and start fighting with each other, or do anything else that would be “unacceptable puppy behavior.”
Then, we passed a kitty in the doorway of “her” apartment.
Dagny and Hank were definitely interested in her, but we kept walking.
But, after we’d gone a few steps, all of a sudden, from behind I felt something pierce the back of my calve and there was quite a commotion of leashes and hisses and barking at my feet.
The cat had charged the dogs(!) and gotten me.
After coo’
ing over her sweet little kitty, the owner said “not to worry; she’s charged a pit bull before.”
Me worry? Really? Me? Her cat attacks me, and as I stand there with ten puncture wounds (no bites) and blood running down my leg, she is telling me not to worry about it. Ok. I am definitely not a cat person now (sorry Allison) . . . See the claw?
P.S. My fearless pups are just fine. Mommy protected them from the evil kitty cat. Thanks, guys.