Saturday, December 27, 2008

The Face-Off

I survived.

I actually survived a face-off with Eve, the Wookiee Woofie!

The Tall Guy (Who Did Not Get to Pick Me Up This Time!!) brought Eve over for Christmas Day. She's something called an American pit bull terrier. My people actually like her. Everybody was pretty good about keeping that woofie away from me, even though it meant that we had to take turns being shut up in one of the bedrooms.

However, one time, The Tall Guy forgot that I was out - I was having my dinner - and he opened the bedroom door and let Eve out. I was cornered!

I froze. Eve froze. I bushed up bigger than I've ever bushed up in my almost-ten-years and I started my Scary Sideways Dance. Eve kept trying to run and hide! She would back up as I would dance closer and closer to her! Finally, Eve looked at The Tall Guy for help, and that gave me the break I needed. I scooted past her and right into my bedroom.

Whew. No blood shed. No one got scratched. No bodies. I was afraid, but I didn't let on to Eve...and I scared her!

There is no way that Eve and I will ever be like this dog and cat (click on picture for video link).

The good life @ Yahoo! Video

Here's a picture of Eve. She and Napper were playing, but Eve kept looking at The Tall Guy. I think she was afraid that he would go off and leave her.

All in all, it wasn't too horribly bad. I survived and I have my place back. Eve left.

One thing really upset me, however. The footstool by Treater's chair is mine! That's where I nap and where I watch TV. That's where I sit and stare pitifully at Treater begging for a scritch or a treat. Look who's napping on MY footstool!

It still smells like a woofie.


Daisy said...

That was a very close call you had!

Quill and Greyson said...

Thank goodness Eve had pretty good manners, but your nap spot!

Angel Junior, Orion and Sammy said...

GREAT JOB on puffing up and keeping Eve away from you!!!!!!

Just doulbe up on sleeping on your nap spot and get your smells all over it again!

Everycat said...

I'm glad it went ok and your puffed-up-ness and sideways crabbing put Eve in her place, but it's awful that your napping stool still smells of dawg! That really is a step too far!

Happy New Year to you!

Whicky Wuudler

Tiggie FOC said...

Phewie...I wonder if you will have to find a new napping place now.

Glad you kept up your puff up skills at the ready. Maybe you should take a few boxing lessons know, just to biff the dog on the nose if needed.

It makes me quite ill to think of what you have had to endure. You are such a trooper. Extra greenies are in order.