There's a price to be paid

[lizblackdog]

Gah. We're in the Woodland Walk, I'm throwing the ball for Spike, and I have Squish on a longish leash so he can poke through bushes and smell things and bounce around. Every few minutes I recall him for bits of sausage. He's getting better at this.

Spike goes to check out a scent that Squish finds interesting and drops his ball in the shrubbery somewhere. This happens pretty much every day, and what I do is ask him where it is and he retraces his steps till he finds it. It can take a while. Spike has a short attention span and isn't a finding-things dog by nature, but I got sick of buying him new balls (he can't have tennis balls, and his special soft rubber balls need a trip to Pets At Home, two bus rides away) so now I keep him at it till he damn well finds it.

Only this time Squish, on-leash, found it first. And he was so pleased with himself. Until the Wrath Of Spike came down on his poor lil' head like a Reaver on speed. AAAAARGH.

No one's bleeding, but the whole thing just kills me. Squish just wants to play ball too.

Also, the cats knocked over the water bowl while I was out, and my knee really fucking hurts.

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[pgh-anarchist.livejournal.com]

*Normally* my cats don't knock things over. However the culprits in question are 8/9 months old and inquisitive. Where one is, the other two are nearbye. And I want to keep them? Am I insane? (well yeah, I am, purely rhetorically question.)

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

My oldest cat is only just one, so they all have insane zoomies and knock shit over all the time. Naamah in particular sometimes does it on purpose, the little sod.