Cat in Dog House

Harley, my daughter’s scary black cat, is in the family dog house.

In other words … he’s in trouble ... again.

Cats are mercurial. For example, humans are either awake or asleep. There is no in between state. But cats go back and forth in a special feline zen zone.

I was just talking to Harley the other morning. I was describing the previous night’s college basketball game on ESPN. Harley was listening attentively ... so I thought. In the middle of my animated narrative (the game went into overtime), he purred… blinked his eyes… and fell asleep. Maybe basketball isn’t his sport.

This time of year Harley likes to meander onto the deck to take in the warm sunshine. He also watches the golfers slice their shots into the lake on the tricky 10th hole by our condo. As a result, he’s probably the only cat who knows the F-word.

Out on the deck there are half a dozen plants. Lovely flowering things grouped together that are pleasing to look at. However, Harley sees this as his personal jungle. He goes on forays for bugs. Last evening he must have gotten into a brawl with the insects. Two of the plants (pretty reds and blues) are now broken. My wife is not pleased as this is her garden. As a result he’s in proverbial the dog house.

Harley is restricted to the guest bedroom where he has his food and water. 12 hours alone to contemplate a little discipline. This is kind of funny because Harley is like a bad 6th grade boy. Discipline? What’s that?

When he is out of the dog house tomorrow, it will be just another cat day. A little sleep here and there and then back to the jungle to kill a few more bugs.