June 15, 2011 § 5 Comments
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.
April 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
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!
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!!
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!
October 22, 2010 § Leave a comment
OK, so I must admit the neighborhood Halloween decorations threw me for the first week or two. But I sought some advise from my friends on facebook and was able to soothe my initial outrage. Us Chihuahuas can be a little defensive about our territory — it just takes a lot of work to establish the pecking order when you are shorter than the chickens. But I think I’ve straightened out who is in charge now — My increased patrolling and fierce hrmphing at the offending plastic ghouls have returned the barrio to a manageable comfort level.
You could say I’m harsh, cranky even. But it was only a few years ago that I found myself in a real “Nightmare on thus dogwood street!” I was a young puppy girl then. It was my second Halloween, but I had been too young the first year to appreciate the terror. But you can see for yourselves. Check out my feature film and beware!!!!!!!!!!!
August 30, 2010 § 1 Comment
I have a HUUUGE problem here, amigos. Mom has brought in a heinous new contraption to the casa. She calls it the ” ‘spresso maker.” I call it the cranky dragon in my kitchen. Much like the evil vacuum in our “coat closet” (I giggle at that every time because we live in Florida so there isn’t much point to that!) … anyhow, this despicable little black gizmo makes mucho noise. It spits and hisses like it is going to eat my Mommy. And Mama just stands there, like she is totally unaware of the peril she is in! But I am the Chica in charge in these here parts, the chief security officer. And I take my job muy seriously. So I do mucho growls and warning yips and sometimes even full-out ferocious and very intimidating barking when it starts to act up.
But my problem is, that as you all know, “coffee time” here in Casa Chanel is a very special time. It is part of my morning ritual with Mom. We wake up, I get lots of love. She announces it is time for cafe and that is always followed by my CHEERIOS. I can’t mess with that!
So what IS a Chihuahua to do, I ask you? It is my prime imperative to defend my home and my Mama against evil invaders. But then there are my morning Cheerios to be considered here. I am perplexed in this crisis. Torn. Paralyzed with indecision in my impossible dilemma. I better go sleep on it.
August 24, 2010 § 1 Comment
So I wake up from a lovely night’s sleep, stretch my legs, scratch behind my ear and wait for Mom to announce it is coffee time. A few more cute puppy yawns as she carries me to the kitchen when Whoa! what do I see?!?! El Cato had appropriated one of my princess beds. And it is the one with primo real estate next to the window. Call the SWAT team! Call my agent!! I no theeeeenk so, Meester. That lovely perch of pink satin and faux fur trim with little sparkles was clearly designed for my delicate self. Around these parts pink is MY color, Señor! Vamoose it and pronto, I thought.
But worry not, amigos. Before I had to get all huffy and make a righteous stand, suddenly things turned back in my favor. You see, Mom saw Tigger sleeping there too. And she thought he looked so sweet and cuddly that she went straight for the camera.
Click, click … Awww, simply lovely. Click, click … Oooo, so fluffy and sweet. Click, click … maybe another close up of her innocent little angel.
And el Kitty-Cato was sleeping so soundly and peacefully that at first he did not notice. But I saw my opportunity right away. Heh, heh – can you say blackmail pictures!!!! I kept really quiet and just watched. I’m such a helpful girl.
Slowly it dawned on Señor Gato that there was something going on. He opened one eye. He squeezed, blinked and opened both eyes. It took a little while before he realized he was the subject of a full-blown photo shoot in a rather compromising situation – I mean, said fluffy, satiny, pink bed is not exactly ultra macho.
Then WHOOSH! he blasted out of there muy pronto. Heh, heh, heh. Too late, Dude! The evidence is in and I know how to use it. I don’t think I have to worry about any of my strategically positioned, exquisitely comfy beds being desecrated with cato hair again anytime soon. La Chihuahua rules once again!
August 2, 2010 § Leave a comment
So today was that oh, most glorious day of the year when Mom takes us to the vet. No warning. Actually she was quite sneaky if you ask me. Mom just came to pick me up all lovingly and innocently from my mid-morning nap perch on the window sill. And then WHAM! right into the pet carrier I went. Or shall we say, I was unceremoniously stuffed in to be more accurate. And let me tell you the pet carrier does not fit my grand magnificence. I’ll admit I may have put on a pound or two over the years, but my fabulous flowing coat needs more room to breathe. Who designs these things anyhow!
The pesky Chihuahua on the other hand gets to go on this marvelous jaunt just in her harness. And can that pint-sized fur ball make noise. But let me tell you, American Idol she is not. I have never heard so much whining. And for what, when she actually got her shots, she didn’t even flinch. She is such a drama queen. You are no little damsel in distress, Miss. I’ve seen you going after all of the treats from Mom with all the demure gentleness of a grizzly. All those shaky, quivering looks are wasted on me, Chica!
At least while Mom is struggling to keep the pesky Chihuahua calm, I get the attentions of the awesome vet’s assistant. Our vet is a very sweet guy, but she’s got my number! Scratching just behind my left ear and whispering sweet nothings ….
Ahhhh, such is the life of a kept feline. Yet don’t worry much, my friends. I’m recovering and napping now. It may look like I have accepted my fate, but I’m not going through all that indignity so quietly. Night time will be here soon enough. That’s when I’ll exact my revenge on the humans. Sleep, you say, ha, ha, ha (evil feline laughter) we’ll see about that!! Hope you are not too attached to that vase, or too proud of the neatly stacked paper on your desk. Oh, and Chihuahua, just you try to tip toe past me tonight on the way to the potty tonight! Heh, heh!