SURPRISES IN THE PARK
The City Parks Department was really thinking ahead when it designated the east side of the park for dogs and the west side for cats. The pool was centered in the middle.
On the north side of the pool was the picnic tables and grills and the south side had the playgrounds and sand boxes.
Theoretically the cats and dogs would be separated by the pool, playground and picnic tables. As everyone knows cats are hard
to confine outdoors. So one day I wandered over to the dog side. Sparky was there along with a St. Bernard, a German Shepherd, a miniature poodle, and two regular size poodles. Sparky came to greet me.
Of course, one of the big poodles
came with him. Everyone had always thought that poodles were gentle. Guess what. They aren’t. That poodle started yapping at me. Then all of a sudden, something must have spurred him (Sparky?) because he began to growl as
he chased me.
I ran as fast as I could through the picnic area heading to the cat side. I almost made it before I realized I had to climb a tree ASAP. He was literally at my heels. That blasted dog kept growling and showing his teeth.
I was afraid that Mommie couldn’t hear my MEOW, MEOW, MEOW.
I was afraid to look down and I was beginning to lose my grip on the tree when I heard Mommie chase that dog away. It seems she is always rescuing me. Again, she didn’t
scold or say bad words. She just held me till my heart rate slowed down to normal. I think she is so used to rescuing me that she probably thinks it is a waste of words to scold. She did have her “I told you so” face
The cat mommies were in the park sort of watching the cats. Most of us were behaving ourselves. Well, of course, except for me and the Siamese cat. We were a strange
duo. I was fit and muscle bound and he was skinny and sort of wimpy looking.
Sammy (the Siamese cat) and I were really close to the playground area. We seemed to be the only cats that stretched the cat play area boundaries. I guess
we liked to live on the edge.
There were three teams of two almost-teen boys having a water gun fight. The boys closest to the hydrant seemed to be winning. Sammy and I strutted across the edge of the playground as if we knew where
we were going.
Not so smart of an idea. All at once the two boys who were losing the fight turned their water guns on us. They thought it was hilarious. Sammy and I had a different opinion and we ran like the scared cats we were.
Unfortunately, for the boys they stepped over the line to the cat area and continued to spray us with very cold water. Poor little Melanie was in the way and she got drenched too. Melanie’s mommie and the other cat mommies ganged up on
the boys and told them in no uncertain terms to quit squirting their guns in the cat area.
They turned around and went. I heard one of the boys snicker when he said he had such a good time gunning down that silly looking, muscle-bound cat –
meaning me. Some day! He better watch out!