So there I was Wednesday night minding my own business just walking the perimeter of my yard. Just making sure all was secure and safe. When all of the sudden from out of nowhere I was attacked!
See those two bloody spots on my snooter? It got me! I do not know where the cat came from, I just know that before I knew it, it was attached to my face. MOM was in the garage changing the oil in the Blazer and when she came out to see what was going on there I was with a cat ATTACHED to my face (better than a squirrel I guess). MOM got the cat off my face and cleaned me up. But I was still a little shaken. I fell asleep on the floor and started to have nightmares about the whole incident.
So my MOM laid on the floor with me and held me until the bad kitty dreams went away.
Yea I am dog enough to admit that I don't mind my MOM holding me to make all things better.