David's better half uploaded a video featuring their bearded dragon and curious troublemaking cat.
I am not a cat person myself, that is, unless I am eating Chinese. We do have one though. His name is Cheech. There once was a Chong, but let's just say that bald eagles enjoy Chinese as well.
Cheech is our "Barn Cat." A pet kennel filled with old blankets and covered in loose hay in the haymow is his bed and a heated water bowl and a half can of cat food along with dry daily insures he lives a pretty comfortable existence for an outdoor cat. I can honestly say that he earns his keep. There are no sign of mice in the feed bins and when I catch a raccoon in the box trap, I can be sure that he will meet me at the barn door in the morning and lead me right to the trap to show me its captive...and gloat at its pending demise a bit I am sure.
The thing about Cheech is, as much as he does his job, he is a pain in the ass. A personable attention hound who does his best to trip you as you are walking through the barn with a 100lb bag of cracked corn on your shoulder. An evil little bugger who sinks his claws into your leg, through your pants, as he attempts to crawl up your leg while you are filling the water trough. I don't think he ever stops purring during any of this, which makes him all the more insidious. It is his version of an evil laugh as he attempts to lure you into thinking that he should be an indoor cat. I will have none of it, which seems to only make him try harder.
Yesterday, after work, the dogs and I took a drive out to the farm because the temperature was all the way up to 20F and I wanted to walk the pasture fence to make sure the snow had not covered the hot wire and the deer had not knocked any part of it down. If I don't do this fairly regularly, I am sure to get a call about a black out from the neighbors not too long afterward. Working for the utility, a black out means one of two things: either there is a power outage, or my black angus are looking in someone's living room window.
When I take the dogs to the farm, I usually leave the truck door open, especially when it is cold, so they can get back in (and they usually do before I am done). This trip was no different except both dogs followed me around the fence as I walked it, stopping briefly here or there to sniff a fox or deer track in the snow. Once done, I filled the water trough and the two dogs and our hinny (a mule who is the product of a stallion and a Jenny donkey) playfully chased each other back and forth through the pasture. I really should video tape it sometime because it can be pretty hilarious.
Once done, we walked back to the truck and the dogs jumped in and we headed for home. As I turned the truck off and prepared to go inside, Cheech jumped up on my shoulder from the back seat and sunk his claws in my neck and rubbed his head against mine....purring all the while. He had surreptitiously jumped in while we were occupied. The fact that he waited until we had gotten all the way home to make his presence known is proof of his evil intelligence.
I said, "Nice try buddy" and started the truck and returned him to the barn. I am sure he will try to trip me later today when I do my chores.
Impossible to get a good picture as he eyes my legs...either to trip or climb.
Pick me up or I use your balls as a ladder.
