Keeping My People Safe
They don't understand how dangerous the attack cat can be
I, Rotto, first encountered the attack cat on Third Avenue a few Rott-trots ago. I was minding my own business, trotting, sniffing — you know the usual when my nose alerted me. There was a dirty rotten cat about.
The nose never lies. So I sniffed about to see if I could locate it. All of a sudden, this grey fluff ball pounced towards me.
I've got this magic trick I like to do, and I'm good at it. I practice on my sister Chilli all the time. It's called the Rott-glare. Her, Chilli, she says I'm a dirty rotten looker and gets upset when I give her my special Rott-glare.
Anyway, the Rott-glare usually works on cats. When I, Rotto, give cats the Rott-glare, occasionally they freeze. But most times they skedaddle like a scaredy-cat.
But not this cat.
I, Rotto, gave the pluff ball on third Avenue my best Rott-glare. And then the puff ball puffed up even more and started stalking towards me and hissing. I, Rotto, reckoned I could take him. But my Ma, she said no. I'm a good boy, so I started to walk away. And the super puff ball followed me.
Now, that just wasn't cricket. So I turned and yelled some at the super puff ball. Ma started hauling me off down the road, and the super puff ball followed hissing and spitting at me! It was all very rude.
Every two steps, I told that super puff ball precisely what I would do if he came any closer. Eventually, near the end of the street, the super puff ball stopped stalking me, but he didn't stop watching. I, Rotto, could feel his beady little eyes on me. This was no ordinary cat — this was an attack cat.
So now, every time we pass the attack cat's house, I have to stop and check. Make sure the attack cat isn't lurking about.
Gotta keep my people safe!
Thanks for reading, slurps, 👅 Rotto 🐾🐾
Rotto is a two-year-old Staffy Kelpie cross.
He lives with his two favorite people and his sister Chilli, a Red Heeler.
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