First Blood (almost!)... aka, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHRISTMAS!!!

Christmas almost attacked our neighbor's cat on Tuesday.

Allow me to explain.

Our neighbor's cat, Burrito, is an indoor/outdoor cat. She is  very sweet. I like her a lot. She is savvy too- always looking both ways before crossing the street.

But Burrito likes to taunt Christmas. When Christmas is gazing out the bay window, she will strut through the yard. This irritates Christmas. She is on HIS turf. He is the KING of Cumberland Road. There should be NO OTHER CATS on Cumberland Road. (Well, besides Jelly, but Jelly knows his role and that Christmas is the Alpha, so Jelly is okay in Christmas's book.)

Burrito is basically why Christmas pees in our house. He will run from window to window while she needles him, then he'll pee in the corner to show the universe HE is the BOSS.

When I got home from work on Tuesday, I opened the front door just a tad and put my hand down to block Christmas from running outside. He was too quick for me, and darted out of the house. When Christmas gets out, he does one of two things. Either he will run straight to the grass and start frantically eating it, or he will run into the driveway and start rolling around like crazy. That day, he ran across our neighbor's yard and started rolling around in their driveway.

I didn't run after him because I didn't want Christmas to keep running. I just walked briskly and as I passed my neighbor's front stoop, I noticed Burrito just sitting there, watching it all happen. She was such a good little girl. She just watched Christmas rolling around.

I was TERRIFIED Chrissy would see Burrito. I really think he would have attacked her had he known she was RIGHT THERE, less than 5 feet from him. Thank goodness Christmas is COMPLETELY self involved and was only focused on his own comfort and happiness. He was basking in his own pleasure, rolling around in that driveway. 

Because of that, Burrito lives.

(Don't worry, I was ready to jump in front of the cats and take as many injuries as possible. No kitty cat  was going to get hurt if I had anything to say about it.)

PS. Today, Christmas turns 9 years old! I can't believe he's 9 already. It's a little depressing. But he promised me he's going to live forever, so I know I have many more years with him!

Tell me about your fur babies!