Last night "mean ole cat Dietzman" slapped Sammer right on the cheek! Sam was apparently looking at him the wrong way at the wrong time!
We don't know if he was having a bad day or if he was just being his old mean self, but that was the first time he had ever hit one of us. Sam and I think the cats of the world are planning a takeover. Just yesterday we noticed a neighbor cat outside in our Alcatraz drinking our water! We asked him politely to leave the premises but he just looked at us and kept on drinking. Then another cat was looking in the windows by our front door. Sam barked ferociously at him, but he just sat on our step waiting for a chance to run into the house and takeover our beds!
One time Mom came home from work (before she had us) and the neighbors cats made a hole in the screen of our back porch and came through and knocked over the crisco bottle that Dad left out all over the kitchen floor and then ran in it. Mom blew a big gasket, and short circuited her brain and stomped over to the neighbors house and let them have it. Apparently she wasn't mean enough cos she was the one who cleaned up the mess and fixed the screen.
PUgs rule and Cats Drool!!