so my tiny, 7 lb tortoiseshell cat thinks she’s a guard dog.
this morning, there was a bunch of noise outside the door of my apartment.
nothing scary. just some sounds from the nice workmen fixing something in the hall.
Im sitting on my couch and am unbothered. so are my two rabbits and my other cat.
But Axinite, the tortie, decides that This Will Not Stand.
rather than run away from the sounds like a sensible cat, she rushes to the door and sits there, crouched like some tiny tiger waiting for prey.
when the shadows of some boots appeared, she stuck her paws under the door crack to try and get the intruders.
this goes on for about 10 seconds before the workmen notice.
then I hear this, in the thickest nova scotia accent you’ve ever heard:
‘awww look at the wee little paws there’
for those that don’t know, Nova Scotia means 'new Scotland’ and a huge percentage of our population are Scottish.
so picture these big, burly longshoremen, who’s ancestors used to fight shirtless in the Highlands, just absolutely cooing over the toe beans of my very angry cat.
finally, the gents finished their work, said bye to the wee paws, and went off to whatever job they had next.
and Axinite, my sweet, dumb tortie, comes trotting over to me, tail up with pride, and climbs into my lap, purring with her victory over the Noise Monsters.