I remember a game we used to play when we were kids, that was a take-off from 'tag'...it was called "freeze!"
It was somewhat like tag in there was an 'it' and then there were a bunch of other kids who were, well, 'not it'. The object was to run around and the 'it' would yell 'freeze!' and you had to- well, freeze in place. We'd add special requests that each kid had to be doing a specific thing: walking on all fours, backwards, acting like a monkey, crab-walking...etc. If you didn't 'freeze' when told, one, you were now 'it' and two....you often got 'dog piled' by other kids in more rambunctious sessions.
What brought this to mind..... Cleo is in the house....the big 120# great dane....and she's pretty mellow.
Rangoon, or Goonie, our 5 month old, 3 pound Burmese, is NOT mellow. Ever.
Rangoon and Bushido have a daily routine of going berserk around 10 p.m or so....as most other cat-owners will identify with- the 'witching hour' or 'evening crazies'.
Yesterday evening, Goonie and Bushi were tearing around the house at their usual speed of sound.....during this period of 'insane'....and Goonie came flying around the back of the sofa to find that Cleo was laying there.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH.
I heard the carpet fibers being torn as he stopped.
I heard all 20 claws engage the loops of the carpeting.
He stopped so suddenly I wondered if he'd hit some invisible wall. He stopped, and was instantly arched, in a perfect Halloween cat silhouette pose.
Back arched, toes curled, claws out. Tail. FLUFFED.
We tend to call that move 'bottlebrush' as the tail just goes EVERYWHERE.
The funniest thing was- he did this more than once. The dog never moved. Well, she noticed him, her eyes tilted in his direction.
She huffed and her jowls and big droopy lips fluttered like a breeze blowing at a curtain over an open window.
She even lifted her head and stuck her tongue out, like she was clearing a gob of peanut butter from the roof her mouth...that 'smack, smack, smack' sound.
But that was it.
It was somewhat like tag in there was an 'it' and then there were a bunch of other kids who were, well, 'not it'. The object was to run around and the 'it' would yell 'freeze!' and you had to- well, freeze in place. We'd add special requests that each kid had to be doing a specific thing: walking on all fours, backwards, acting like a monkey, crab-walking...etc. If you didn't 'freeze' when told, one, you were now 'it' and two....you often got 'dog piled' by other kids in more rambunctious sessions.
Rangoon, or Goonie, our 5 month old, 3 pound Burmese, is NOT mellow. Ever.
Rangoon and Bushido have a daily routine of going berserk around 10 p.m or so....as most other cat-owners will identify with- the 'witching hour' or 'evening crazies'.
Yesterday evening, Goonie and Bushi were tearing around the house at their usual speed of sound.....during this period of 'insane'....and Goonie came flying around the back of the sofa to find that Cleo was laying there.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH.
I heard the carpet fibers being torn as he stopped.
I heard all 20 claws engage the loops of the carpeting.
He stopped so suddenly I wondered if he'd hit some invisible wall. He stopped, and was instantly arched, in a perfect Halloween cat silhouette pose.
Back arched, toes curled, claws out. Tail. FLUFFED.
We tend to call that move 'bottlebrush' as the tail just goes EVERYWHERE.
FOOF.
The funniest thing was- he did this more than once. The dog never moved. Well, she noticed him, her eyes tilted in his direction. She huffed and her jowls and big droopy lips fluttered like a breeze blowing at a curtain over an open window.
She even lifted her head and stuck her tongue out, like she was clearing a gob of peanut butter from the roof her mouth...that 'smack, smack, smack' sound.
But that was it.
Goonie continued to do "Freeze!" three or four more times.....just run......come to an abrupt stop.....arch, fluff, and then back away like a cartoon cat, until he was on the other side of the sofa, and then he'd go back to playing. Looked like a little kid teasing a WWF wrestler-type who was taking a nap.
Even looked like a kyaker coming barreling up on an aircraft carrier and then acting freaked that the big ship was there. Hmph.
Even looked like a kyaker coming barreling up on an aircraft carrier and then acting freaked that the big ship was there. Hmph.
I think the cats are sneaking into the medicine cabinet when I'm not home..... (sigh)
October 6, 2009 8:06 PM
LOL. I'm laughing recalling my (previous) cats' witching hour. They might be having a little help from your medicine cabinet. LOL.
BTW. Told the hubs you might be making your way up this way. We both are looking forward to it! Love the blog!
Oh, do you have a button I can put on my blog?