Someone answer me this. Why on earth do house cats when they are let outside go straight for the sand or dirt and in this case it is more like a muddy concoction of each and roll in it? Almost like they want to get the smell of the house off their back and then sit there with this satisfied look contentment as if they had been waiting to get dirty for ions? Well it is like 57 outside and Flower had been cooped up in the house all winter. A long winter to be exact. So Bonnie and I decide to let her terrorize the neighborhood more so Roxanne the Garage cat from hell that just does not know when to die…not to make this story about Roxanne over flower but how in the heck does Roxanne dodge the jaws of the Riverside Coyotes day in and day out? That is a question for Bill Nye the Science guy if I ever seen one! So I let Flower outside and she beelines right for the entrance of the garage and starts flipping over side to side like she is coating her back with dirt and mud and sand and crap…lord knows what is in that the drive I mean Liz just drops load sometimes on her way out of the garage access door. So her flower is rolling and rolling and I have my side of the garage up so she sees me. And Stops. Looks at me while she is sitting as to say: “Did I miss a spot?” So naturally I ask her if she is going to be alright for the day…because being a bell I learned long ago it is polite to talk to animals like granny bell was Doctor Doolittle or something…what ever! So I say “Flower you going to be alright today and not get eaten by the coyotes?” You would have thought I said: “QUICK!!! Don’t look Now there is a Wolf homing in on you.” I no longer got Flower you going to… and it was like a bullet fired from a gun. She blue streaked around the garage and in three seconds she ran back by the front door, oh no she didn’t stop and collect $200 for passing go…she was gone I peer out in the direction she just flew off too and see this blur racing back and with cat like precision darted around the garage again and she flew up on the bar. I know this because I heard things crash down as if she knocked over the trash can or something. I am now stepping outside and look towards the noise I heard and here she is poofy tailed looking like she just saw a ghost and ready to jump back off the bar. Once more I say “Flower!...” That was all she needed and she was gone straight for the back patio. I figured what good would it to say another word I starter her engine just fine already. So hopefully on her first full day outside she will not end up coyote snack or under a passing car. Never a dull moment at the Bell’s house…Too bad I couldn’t tie a brick onto Roxanne to make it easier for the Coyotes to land that meal…
