The other night I was minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye I see Grayson (that's right- mom's named the damned thing
now!) trying to
sneak up on me. If you look real hard you can see him through the step stool in front of me. He thought he was being real cool, creeping real slow.
I had my eye on him, though, and I watched his every step. He started getting too close, so I got up and moved a few feet away, but the little shit started following me.
Ever so slowly he moved closer and closer. You have no idea how difficult it was to stifle a hiss! I decided to be good enough to let him get this close to my tail and sniff around before I reached my limit, hissed and growled, then moved again.