SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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I had gone out to work on my bike this afternoon. (I know, old story.) Before I went out to work on the bike I had removed my bracelet and my ring. I placed them in the bathroom.
When I came in from working on the bike I washed up, grabbed both and went out to the patio with a cup of coffee and some spare plugs. The Bracelet, the Ring and the coffee were set on the table.
One of the cats, Scrapper, came out and hopped up on the table. For some reason she was attracted to the bracelet. She sniffed at it then batted at it. It didn't move. She must have taken this as a challenge because she attacked with all the fury in her tiny little fuzzy body. (She might weigh five pounds and she is fully grown.)
I moved the coffee cup and ring out of the way as they held no interest to her. She just attacked the bracelet. The claws were out as she attacked. With effort she managed to get her hooks under it and lift it. Now she could move it. Unfortunately every time she moved it it fell again and she had to work to get it lifted.
The yowls and howls out of her were terrifying in their intensity. She was in full on attack mode. Slowly she moved it to the edge of the table and managed to push it over the edge. I caught it and placed it in the center of the table much to her disgust. She looked at me with indignation and went on the attack again as I sat there laughing. This time when she made it to the edge of the table I caught it then placed it on the floor. She looked down from the table at it laying there on the ground and sniffed in that disdainful way only cats and the English can do and turned away.
I reached down and grabbed my bracelet. It took a bot of work but I soon had it on my wrist again. When Scrapper came up to me she sniffed at the bracelet then climbed into my lap. She was happy, she had vanquished her foe.
Cat
Oh, my bracelet is a 1/2 inch thick silver band made from braiding six strands of silver together. I've been told it's called a Knights Band and has been in my family for more than a couple of generations.
When I came in from working on the bike I washed up, grabbed both and went out to the patio with a cup of coffee and some spare plugs. The Bracelet, the Ring and the coffee were set on the table.
One of the cats, Scrapper, came out and hopped up on the table. For some reason she was attracted to the bracelet. She sniffed at it then batted at it. It didn't move. She must have taken this as a challenge because she attacked with all the fury in her tiny little fuzzy body. (She might weigh five pounds and she is fully grown.)
I moved the coffee cup and ring out of the way as they held no interest to her. She just attacked the bracelet. The claws were out as she attacked. With effort she managed to get her hooks under it and lift it. Now she could move it. Unfortunately every time she moved it it fell again and she had to work to get it lifted.
The yowls and howls out of her were terrifying in their intensity. She was in full on attack mode. Slowly she moved it to the edge of the table and managed to push it over the edge. I caught it and placed it in the center of the table much to her disgust. She looked at me with indignation and went on the attack again as I sat there laughing. This time when she made it to the edge of the table I caught it then placed it on the floor. She looked down from the table at it laying there on the ground and sniffed in that disdainful way only cats and the English can do and turned away.
I reached down and grabbed my bracelet. It took a bot of work but I soon had it on my wrist again. When Scrapper came up to me she sniffed at the bracelet then climbed into my lap. She was happy, she had vanquished her foe.
Cat
Oh, my bracelet is a 1/2 inch thick silver band made from braiding six strands of silver together. I've been told it's called a Knights Band and has been in my family for more than a couple of generations.
