Feline Bloodbath

On the leftside of my sister's house is a path the runs through a couple of blocks in Lincoln Crossing. Across the path and a few doors down is a house that is haunted by at least 5 cats, all of which are irresistable to my 2 nieces.

Today the children and I are running amuck in some incredibly long grass. It is the kind of grass that is brilliantly green and lays down on itself, looking like a prime nap location, except for the fact that anyone caught there would be SLAUGHTERED BY VILLAINOUS CATS.

Let me explain.

Fluffy white cat is near my feet. Ryah plays with her by hopping up and down very close to her face and then screaming at her. Fluffy stays pretty calm through all of it and ignores her. Taylen is holding Michael, a generic looking calico. (These are not the actual names of the cats. This is just what I think they would like to be called)

A certain dog appears on the path. Lets call him, Saul. Saul is in the wrong part of town.

I tell Taylen to put Michael down. I have personal experience when it comes to holding cats and getting near dogs. Ask anyone who has ever been offered some Schroeder home videos. Me screaming and crying is the top of the list.

Michael stands in front of Taylen, totally still. Fluffy melts into the bushes next to us with the most terrifying stealth I have ever beheld. Suddenly I realize there is a third cat, who I previously named Clinker, across the path, equally terrifying in his phantom movements.

Then, to my complete mystification and horror, I see a fourth cat in the tree DIRECTLY ABOVE MY HEAD. All four cats have created a perfect square within three seconds, and are staring at Saul with such intensity I swear the temperature goes up 5 degrees.


I'm pretty sure someone is about to bust out a knife or an old board with nails going through the end of it (Although, Clinker does look like more of a brassknuckles kind of guy...)so I grab the girls and bail.

As I'm running, I hear a few barks, an explosion, then silence.