El Kitty Cato loves la Chihuahua, we have proof!

Tigger ❤ Chanel

Heh, heh, heh ... the beeeeeeg scary king of the jungle 😉

Though it may not always seem that way from some of my tales, I really do love my big brother, Tigger, aka El Cato. And apparently he loves me too. Heh, heh, heh, and now, he can no longer deny it. Mama stayed home with a bit of a cold and caught him giving me kisses. Here are some snapshots (evidence) of the tender moments to prove it.

You see, usually when the humans are away at work, we like to let down our guard and enjoy lounging carelessly in the warm sunny spot next to the sliding glass doors. Gone are the age-old sibling rivalries. Forgotten are the infamous animosities of “cats and dogs.” And that eternal struggle for the Alpha position of our pack? Well at least during nap time that’s on pause too.

Oh, Kitty Cato, you who like to give the impression of being aloof, inscrutable, fickle and wildly unpredictable. I know you have a reputation to maintain, but well chico, the jig is UP! Now the world will know that deep down inside you are a sweet lover boy.  But no matter, that does not lessen my admiration of you, big brother. Deep inside, La Chica loves you too.

Have you hugged your cato today ;o-) ? Spread the love. It just feels good.

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Grrrr! That cheeky squirrel is back to taunt la Chihuahua!

So there I was, minding my own business and keeping a vigilant eye out for the gator threatening our otherwise peaceful neighborhood, when instead I spotted the dastardly squirrel. One of the evil rats with bushy tails that have taken residence in the big oak tree in the front yard.

But then, when I barked my objections at her intrusion on MY yard, she just looked at me with careless disregard! Like she had no worries at all – as my Mama would say, like “Pedro por su casa.” That despicable fiend just proceeded to munch on her acorn as if I was not there!

Then as I continued to bark my head off at the blatant disrespect, she casually sauntered across the front walk and climbed up on a small tree we have near the front door. But mind you, this was not an attempt to get away from my great fierceness as she should have, amigos. No, rather it seemed this was just an attempt to get a better look at me through the window. Ooooooo, it was infuriating of her to just stay there looking down at me as if making up her mind about whether or not I posed a threat. Hrmph!! How dare you?!?! I’d tear your fluffy tail to pieces, Chica!

The @^%! pest

Can you say, “here, gatah, gatah …” Oooo geez, it would be a shame, nay, a tragedy if that big ole alligator were to show up and … snap! We’d see who was laughing then. I might be stuck inside and presently unable to get you, but I’d be safe and sound from Señor Gator. Grrrrr … it would serve you right, you shameless pest. Now, get off my lawn and show some respect!!

Grrrrr, the despicable squirrel's mug shot

My daddy says maybe the squirrel wasn’t taunting me. Maybe she just confused me for a fellow squirrel and could not understand the strange language I was speaking. Oh, daddy!

Chihuahua ears are a very effective high-technology, home defense system (no jokes, please!)

Like all good chihuahua security agents, I don’t like loud noises (except those that I make!) Mama wonders if this is because of the swiveling “radar dishes” on top of our heads we refer to as ears. Being that I can hear a crumb drop on the kitchen floor from any room in the house, I’m pretty aware of all noise disturbances within my domain. She believes I am a little over sensitive. I’m just doing my job as high-tech, official protector of the household and its peeps.

Let me tell you about some of the worst offenders in my barrio:

GRRrrrr! In the ring, it is Chanel the Terror vs the creaky ironing board!

Take the vacuum cleaner – nasty, beastly contraption! I’ve explained my strong objections to its weekly appearances in MY house.

And don’t get me started on Mama’s espresso maker. We have nicknamed it The Dragon because it huffs and puffs scary steam and it is a formidable opponent that I must face every morning before I get my breakfast Cheerios. Not so good when the rest of the peeps want to sleep in. But I must do my job.

UGH! Then there is the 25-year-old-but-seldom-used-so-it-is-still-around ironing board that Dad insists on bringing out every once in a while. When he opens up it up, I MUST go berserk and defend my peeps from that screechy nuisance. I make mucho growling threats, get my hackles up (all the way down to my tail!) and run back and forth on the back of the couch (my official guard dog station) barking like the great threatening force that I am. The noise from this confrontation gets fierce, which makes Daddy yell and scream too. I guess I’m not scoring points with him on this either. Thankfully because Mama says ironing is against her religion, she doesn’t have witness this spectacle. But when things settle down and Dad finally gets to iron his dress shirts, all that remains of the commotion is him mumbling and grumbling funny things while I snort and walk away in victory.

As you can see, I am usually proud and in charge.

photo: tampabay.com

But this week I met my match!  We had some MAJOR storms go through our neighborhood – BIG thunder, hail, scary wind, sideways rain even tornadoes in some places nearby. Needless to say I was NOT a happy camper. I must admit I hid under the covers with our boy who was home during the day. And once Mama got home from work, I climbed on to her lap, gazed intently into her eyes for soothing. And though I kept one ear attuned to her, the other remained tuned in to all the crazy noises outside. Mama said I looked a little off kilter, in a Picasso kind of way.

Thank goodness Florida weather changes fairly quickly and we are now having a nice sunny weekend. And speaking of Picasso, we are headed to the much-anticipated Paws for the Arts event!! I will post a picture of my master creation when I come back. And maybe a photo or two. If you happen to be in Tampa Bay, do come out and join me!! And if you are not, enjoy some happy Saturday Pet Blog Hopping! Hasta luego, chicos!