That was SCARY

[wendykh]

I just got back from taking Ruby for her final evening constitutional before turning in for bed.

Today she visited the groomer for the first time. She smells lovely. They put a bandanna on her (which looked ridiculous, so I cut it off) instead of bows (which would have looked even more ridiculous). Her nails look great.

So anyway, I take her out after watching election-fest, and we go for our usual 1 mile walk. I like this time of night because most (responsible) cat owners have their cats indoors (honestly I think cats should always be inside, but I've also known the pain of owning a cat who damn well WOULD NOT stay inside, so I can empathize). Ruby likes to chase cats. I can correct her and get her to stop "scoping" the cat out during the day but man it gets old. So I like walking very late at night (my neighbourhood is very safe and NO ONE messes with the lady with the badass looking dog I have anyway) since most cats are then indoors and it's just more relaxed.

Tonight we're going down the street and I did not even see this cat, but Ruby did. She bolted and ripped the leash straight out from me, and I had it wrapped firmly around my wrist. I think it's sprained to be honest. I have no idea how to get her off this cat. And she wasn't just chasing or cornering, I mean this was her idea of going for some Chinese take-out. It wasn't her usual nemesis either (who was last seen bolting on top of a Range Rover when we walked by). I'd never seen this cat before.

So I'm sitting there screaming like a banshee "NO! DROP IT! STOP! LEAVE IT! RUBY NO! COME HERE!" and feeling tres awkward since it's 1am, but not wanting some poor family to find dead cat in their lawn in the morning. Eventually Ruby (who is half listening, as in pretending to turn to me but then letting her instincts take over) loosens her grip enough the cat high tails it up the nearest tree, Ruby hot on her heels (and plowing head first into the tree hard enough to make a thwack). I've never seen such a fat cat climb a tree so fast.

I got control of her leash again and corrected her immediately and got her back into her walk. It was evident she knew she had done wrong.

We got home and I examined her and found she's bleeding from somewhere, but not any significant amount, and I can't even find where!

I just wish I could figure out why the same dog who will stand by the back door and whimper when Freya is drinking from her bowl ("MOM! DO SOMETHING!") thinks of neighbourhood cats as meals-to-go. Seriously wtf?

Comments

[molehill.livejournal.com]

...it is probably cat blood, not Ruby blood.

[wendykh.livejournal.com]

omg you're right. I hadn't even thought of that. Last time she got into it with a cat she got cut up but good so of course I figured it was hers. UGH! she kept hacking all the way up (furballs). I told her that's what she gets. Dog.