And so we walked around the neighborhood, down the street and into another neighborhood (probably two or three miles total) and on the way back we met... da dum DAAAAAAAAA
So I figured whatever. He's on a leash and if the cat turns into Satan on us I can always yank him back to safety. So we approached. and here's what happened:
- The cat noticed him.
- The cat sank to the ground in a pose reminiscent of a soldier in a foxhole.
- The cat apparently had hidden under it's fur a fully fueled Boeing 747, three diesel dump trucks, Megadeth (the band) and an entire concert stadium of hopped up Megadeth fans. I say this because they all suddenly turned on.
- The cat then turned into Satan.
He's not too bright occasionally. Because I'm pretty sure that even being deaf he could hear the sounds that cat was making. I didn't sleep well and probably won't for a week from the nightmares.
Tomorrow, the rest of last night's saga. You'll freak. I did.
But here's my little Mini Moose learning to sit!
I realize that I'm not doing a very good job of signing but 1. I have only one hand and the ASL sit command takes two and 2. as long as I'm consistent he doesn't care. And he's LEARNING! He's being a very sweet, smart and good boy. When he's not being bad.