So, yesterday it was Feanor's turn to be put on the spot. It all started when Janice took Rigby for a walk. Which meant when they got back in, Feanor wanted a walk (the cats all keep track of such things). Which meant Hastur wanted a walk, sort of (i.e., she wanted it but was worried about what might happen out there in the great outsides). Seeing her hovering near the door, I dug out the other leash and walked Hastur, little knowing the events that were overtaking Feanor outside. But I'll let Janice tell the story.
THE WIFE SAYS:
This evening I put a leash on Feanor and took him for a walk.
While we were exploring the walking path next to our townhouse, a father and his two young daughters (I'd guess ages 3 and 5) rounded the corner.
Startled and alarmed to find 3 people between himself and home, Feanor (who weighs in at 19 pounds plus) made himself big.
The 2 princesses (complete with pink outfits and tiaras) screamed.
While their father reassured his girls that the el gato (which they knew to be a wild panther on the loose) meant them no harm, I coaxed Feanor towards home.
Unfortunately the path home led straight towards the princesses.
As Feanor got closer to them, they screamed.
And he made himself bigger and then hunkered down.
To break the impasse, I picked Feanor up and carried him around the corner.
I set him down but too close to the girls.
They screamed and we fled towards home.
when is the eclipse, anyway?
3 days ago