Never get between a bengal cat and his intended prey.............
This morning, I'm in my office checking email and working on the computer when I hear a commotion in the living room and what sounds like someone trying to pry the window screens out.
The "someone" was a bengal, which I already suspected before I left my office to investigate. What else would it be?
I enter the livingroom to find Impact and Itsy madly racing up and down the back of the sofa, from window to window, frantically testing all the screens for looseness or possible holes.
No dice fella's, I've made 100% sure you'll never escape.
I approach the chaos to see for myself what is so interesting outside that my bengals feel the need to hurl themselves at the windows and screens.
Note to self here: Remember to clean nose prints and cat spit off the windows.
By now, Coco and Kenya have joined the melee and Titan is on the way.
Ah-ha, it's a green tree frog on the window ledge and he's slowly making his way from the right side of the windows to the left side. Hop....hop...hop.
Each time he leaps the cats go wild.
Impact decides to be the leader and take drastic measures to get to the frog by grabbing the screen with his front claws and pulling on it like a wildman.
While I thought this was all very comical, he's a big strong boy and I wasn't sure the metal screen would hold up to his frog-crazed tantrum, so I decided it would be best to close the windows and just allow them to paw at the glass. This is where the mauling part comes in.
With one hand I'm pushing the window sash down and with the other I'm playing the losing game of "remove one cat from the window sill, while 2 others replace it."
Finally I've nearly got the first window completely shut when the frog decides it will hop again. This causes a chain reaction of leaping bengals, during which my hand and wrist become a launching pad.
Damn frog
The window closing was met with lots of disapproving looks and yowling, while the frog continued his journey and then disappeared from view altogether. Meanwhile I did my best not to bleed to death, garnering no sympathy from my frog hating bengals.
Several deep scratches and lots of antiseptic later, I'm alive, the frog's alive and the cats don't remember any of it.
This morning, I'm in my office checking email and working on the computer when I hear a commotion in the living room and what sounds like someone trying to pry the window screens out.
The "someone" was a bengal, which I already suspected before I left my office to investigate. What else would it be?
I enter the livingroom to find Impact and Itsy madly racing up and down the back of the sofa, from window to window, frantically testing all the screens for looseness or possible holes.
No dice fella's, I've made 100% sure you'll never escape.
I approach the chaos to see for myself what is so interesting outside that my bengals feel the need to hurl themselves at the windows and screens.
Note to self here: Remember to clean nose prints and cat spit off the windows.
By now, Coco and Kenya have joined the melee and Titan is on the way.
Ah-ha, it's a green tree frog on the window ledge and he's slowly making his way from the right side of the windows to the left side. Hop....hop...hop.
Each time he leaps the cats go wild.
Impact decides to be the leader and take drastic measures to get to the frog by grabbing the screen with his front claws and pulling on it like a wildman.
While I thought this was all very comical, he's a big strong boy and I wasn't sure the metal screen would hold up to his frog-crazed tantrum, so I decided it would be best to close the windows and just allow them to paw at the glass. This is where the mauling part comes in.
With one hand I'm pushing the window sash down and with the other I'm playing the losing game of "remove one cat from the window sill, while 2 others replace it."
Finally I've nearly got the first window completely shut when the frog decides it will hop again. This causes a chain reaction of leaping bengals, during which my hand and wrist become a launching pad.
Damn frog
The window closing was met with lots of disapproving looks and yowling, while the frog continued his journey and then disappeared from view altogether. Meanwhile I did my best not to bleed to death, garnering no sympathy from my frog hating bengals.
Several deep scratches and lots of antiseptic later, I'm alive, the frog's alive and the cats don't remember any of it.
