Shade's Not a Elder-Cat Yet!

That's right. I may be 10 years old and Goldie may call me the clawless wonder but I showed them.

The MM was outside with the wee ones and I was hanging around the door wanting out. Since they were playing in the yard he opened the door and let me out sans harness. He is a little more laissez faire then the PM. I was enjoying my freedom, closely suspervised by the wee lass.



Canon, our friend up the road must have sensed I was out and trotted over a few minutes later. The PM was inside and heard the wee ones hollering so she ran out. Canon had reached the driveway and they were scared he'd hurt me, maybe not recognize me as a friend since it's been so long.

I wasn't scared one bit. I froze, staring as he walked closer. Look at my serious pose.

Then, in a black and white blur, I ran at him and he tried to hide in the grass.

I told him this was my yard and that he had to ask permission to stay here.

He agreed and ran to the pine trees. I was right on his tail, galloping like a horse.

We walked around for a bit then the PM thought I had enough excitement for one day and took me in.

This is what I saw as we walked back to the house. Miss Banshee saw the whole thing.

I think she even looks at me now with a new sense of respect.