The sport is fencing.
No foils allowed.
The participant is Chain Saw,
a domestic short hair from the USA.
Gentlemen
Choose your weapons
Our contestant caught in a pensive moment
Perfect form in the "follow the farmer out to the field" event
Sails smoothly past the "meadow hazard" with grace and aplomb
Carried victorious from the field in the arms of his supporters
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***And now, for the behind the scenes commentary....actually Alan and I went out to start....it is going to be a big job...putting the electric wire back up where the deer ripped it down. Chainsaw decided to tag along. In typical cat fashion he persisted all the way to the top of the hill and then petered out and lay around crying...."oh, I'm so tired...I, gasp, can't make it any farther.....gasp, gasp..."
So Alan carried him down. There were a lot of raptors around and he didn't want him to be eaten. Silly cat.
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4 comments:
It's a rough life for a kitty. :)
Oh man. Cats have it made, don't they?
Fearless and agile and combative when they want to be. And fragile little softy kitties when they choose.
O pathetic cat! They sure know how to manipulate, don't they?
Eaten? HA! Remember the scene from Conan The Barbarian where he's crucified and feigns death to bite the head off a vulture? Chainsaw just wanted a crack at that Red-tail circling around up there.
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