Hank and I are not the only furry members of our family. We have cats. Hank thinks they’re for chasing, which is why he’s not allowed near them. They stay inside close to MomPerson.
I don’t chase cats. I am a great hunter of other important things like squirrels and sometimes skunks. (Which Mom and DadPersons don’t appreciate.) I sniff for them every morning and report back to DadPerson. But I do Not hunt Cats.
I’m not afraid of them. Who would hunt a cat? They are too … well Tucker is weird, the weirdest. This is Tucker-cat. She attacks this toy, kicks it, and stares at me like I’m her next prey. I am not afraid of her. I’m not.
And get this! Tucker sits in the pan of grass MomPerson grows for the cats to eat. Indoor grass? Why? Hank and I eat outdoor grass. Much better. And not weird.
I think I should tell Momperson Tucker is sitting on grass, because she’s practicing to sit in Easter Baskets lined with grass. I even know where to get bunny ears for Tucker.
I’m not afraid of a weird cat, but I do keep a careful eye on her and the others. They spend way too much time huddled together. Here they are in the sunroom planning something. I bet it was all Tucker’s idea. It better not have anything to do with stealing my food. Dadperson makes Hank and my food. It is NOT for cats.
Maybe they were planning this!
Ghosts. Only cats see ghosts. I don’t believe in ghosts, but MomPerson once lived in a haunted colonial farmhouse house in Rhode Island. Her Siamese Cats- Riki and Ebneezer- spent a lot of time watching something that wasn’t there. Just like our cats are doing here. I think Tucker started it. I don’t like this.
MomPerson says she even saw the ghosts in that colonial farmhouse. We don’t live in a colonial farmhouse, but there’s one next door.
I think Hank and I better be on watch for more than squirrels.
Just Saying
Rufus and Hank
