Hey, peoples. :
I don't really have much to talk about right now. Nothing in particular has happened, but... well, that's not really true. A few things have happened; I had my school play, I... I... can't think of much that more interesting than that.
Well, there's one thing that's kind of sad.
There's this big orange cat in my neighborhood who really is a people cat. He's an outdoor cat, and if he sees you, he'll come trotting up and start rubbing against you and wanting to be petted and pampered. Everyone knows Hobbes, and everyone loves him, because he's such a sweetheart. He follows you around on walks, even. Once my sisters and I went out jogging (I was just kinda tagging along) and he messed up part of the job because he was tailing us.
But a few days ago, I went outside, and Hobbes was stalking this smaller cat. A little tabby and white. I mean, he wasn't just walking towards him, he was STALKING him, and the little cat was crouched, its ears were back, and it was yowling. That's why I went outside, actually. I heard the yowling.
I could see that this was a problem, so I kind of held him down cautiously, because I thought I might get scratched or bitten. But cats are slippery, so he went towards the little cat. I kept trying to hold him back, and he went forward, and we ended up in the back yard. The little cat was now under a tree and pretty much petrified. I overcame my fear of being bitten- I'm really sensitive to pain- and picked him up. That little cat bolted like crazy. I held Hobbes for a bit longer, than put him down. My dad wanted me to come in; I didn't have any socks on , and it was cold outside. When I put him down, Hobbes went after him. I hope that cat got away.
Then, the next day, I was helping my mom in the garden, and my cat, a little black-and-white kitty, was outside frolicking around. Hobbes came around, and in the back yard, he started chasing her around. Kitty fled into a little hiding place she has under some old fire-place logs, and my mom shoed off Hobbes.
Later that night, I heard the yowling again. Hobbes was outside, and he was chasing the little cat again. I kept trying to hold him back- I felt so stupid,
I mean, I was a human about six times his side, and he's a cat, but I couldn't hold him back. I even tried picking him up and carrying him down the hill, but Hobbes went back up the hill straight for the little tabby-and-white. Eventually I couldn't stay there. I wished the cat would have just left, so Hobbes wouldn't chase him. But I put Hobbes down, and I walked away.
I felt so guilty, even though there wasn't really much I could do about it. I feel a little selfish still, though, since I wouldn't let myself look, and I closed my ears. I shouldn't let Hobbes do this, though, and even though I can tell myself there's nothing I can do about it yet, I still feel guilty.
I have a bit of a plan though. Next time I see Hobbes, I'm noting down the phone number on his collar. I'm going to call his owners, and ask them to keep him inside or something. And if they don't, and I see him chasing ANY cat again, I'm going to call the ASPCA.
I feel kinda guilty still, though. I mean, I know I can't, and I don't want, to have a cat who might harm my or any other cat, but it feels like I'm a back-stabber. Even if it's to a cat. I've always loved Hobbes before this; he was such a sweetheart. But now I'm seeing this other side fo him, and I don't like it. But I guess there's nothing else I can really do.