A Conversation Between Two Cats: Part IV

"You tricked me!"

"You're stupid. It was fun." Autumn continued to lick her paw.

"You're mean! You give cats a bad name."

"People expect cats to be mean. They don't expect them to be stupid. That's a dog's job. Therefore, it is you who gives cats a bad name."

Clem, hurt, slinked off, head to the ground.

Later that day, they both sat on the porch. Clem was at the corner. Autumn was in her Illegal Entry Mode, flattened against the wall, waiting for someone to open the door.

"Why do you keep doing that, Autumn. You know they don't want you inside."

"Shut up, Dog-Breath."

Within a few minutes the door did open. The man was coming out. Autumn crouched, as if to pounce on a vole. She hesitated for a moment as the door was opened, looking for retaliatory measures before making her move. Then she dashed in, belly low and moving quickly. Just not quickly enough.

The man pinned her to the floor and door jamb with his foot. It was firmly planted behind her head, so she could neither advance nor retreat. During one of her attempts to retreat, he released his hold and she scrambled to both escape and save face.

Clem sat on the corner of the porch. He found himself unable to stifle a snicker, which mutated into a belly laugh.