They're Out to Get Me!

I swear that two of my cats are out to get me. They're so sweet with the purrs. They want to jump in my lap all the time. I spend time petting them and telling them how beautiful they are but it's just not enough for Smokey and Frisky. They are out to get me!




This is Frisky. She may look all sweet and innocent but she plans her attacks against me with stealth and strategy. Some mornings, when I'm still half asleep and stumbling to the kitchen, she attacks my ankles after hiding under the desk, rocking chair, or table. She lulls me into a false sense of security by not attacking for several days, and then like lightening she cuts in front of me and attacks.




This is the second culprit. Don't let the sleeping fool you. As soon as Smokey hears the door opening and sees that I'm carrying something, he cuts in front of me as I'm going down the steps. Stumble, stumble, but no tumbles. He is almost impossible to photo. Every time I try to take a picture, he has to start walking toward me and will not sit still.





This is the only innocent one out of the whole bunch. Guido is a sweet cat. Never once has he tried to get me.