And he’s off … Crawford hasn’t quite figured out that he’s an indoor cat. All he’s supposed to do is lie on the couch and take catnaps like cats are supposed to do, since, well, they’re cats. But no, he thinks he’s a dog and wants to go outside and romp with the pups.
But, the pups, Sophie and Chase, know that Crawford isn’t supposed to go outside. (They’re so smart!) And they have no problem convincing Crawford otherwise.
Crawford sits by the back screen door waiting patiently. If by chance my parents are not quick enough closing the door, boom – he’s out like a shot. But Sophie and Chase are having no part of that.
As soon as Crawford gets out the door, he jumps through the slats on the deck and heads for the side yard. Sophie will come from the back of the yard and trap him next to the tree.
Chase has tracked Crawford to his favorite hiding place under the bush and kept him trapped there until my dad could get him.
But, the best is when Crawford ran right through my mother’s legs while she was coming in the door. Both Sophie and Chase ran him down and kept him trapped in the middle of the yard until my mother could get there to collect him. They weren’t hurting him or anything, but were making sure that he knew they meant business.
Did Crawford learn anything? Not a chance.
He will continue to sit by the door just watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to escape. It’s on Crawford. Oh, it’s on.