Hoss-A-Lotta-Doug
August 2005
This is one Super Mega Douggie Hoss.
This is one Super Mega Douggie Hoss checking out my puppy page to see if there's any way he can hoss with it. When he was about 10 weeks old and I was living in an apartment in Worcester, I left him in my room overnight while I went out to celebrate the New Year in Boston. When I got back the next day, I found my mouse and keyboard on the floor and two instant messages sent from my computer! That was when he started trying to take over the world. Fortunately for all of us, 2 years and 13 pounds has made him a much more lazy hoss.
There are two things to note about this picture. One, this Douggie in this paper bag are on the kitchen counter, and he managed to jump into the paper bag without actually touching the counter. I guess 13 pounds doesn't slow him down THAT much. Two, he is fairly wet. This is not because I shut him outside in the rain, but because he was outside lying in the middle of the lawn while it was raining. What cat does that?
I still don't have enough direct photographic evidence to publish "Conspiracy to Hoss" - but here's a sneak preview. After eight months of puppy mania, the McDevitt House is fairly puppy-proof. We don't do stupid things like leave rolls of paper towels or Ubiquitous Red Cups lying around on the floor. Therefore, when I find pieces of the above in the backyard, I suspect that a certain Doug we all know and love has been providing the puppies with hoss-worthy items from up high. Here he is surveying some of the damaged goods.
The McDevitt felines have always been indoor cats. This summer they discovered that they enjoy a little time in the back yard now and then. They have yet to go over the fence. Iris is too much of a scaredy-cat to get out of the sight and saftey of the porch, and Doug has found plenty of hossing opportunities on his own side of the fence. We have neighbors with dogs on two of our three sides, and Doug is very amused by sitting or walking slowly near the fence while they bark at him. If you look closely here you'll notice Doug is panting. Is somebody out of breath?
Douggie sees grasshopper. Douggie eats grasshopper. At least I didn't take pictures of the frog....
Look at this wonderful mess we came home to the other night (it's mostly insulation from the new dishwasher). I somehow blame Douggie. Here he is leaving the scene of the crime.
Mostly, Douggie has earned the respect of the dogs. You should see him run when it wears off, though - that cat can move!
© 2005 Cathe McDevitt / mcdevitt@gmail.com / The Cast