This morning, Mare calls me to the kitchen window to witness a showdown between two neighborhood cats. One I know belongs to the neighbor across the street, and the other is a stray Mare has seen many times before.
Well, I turn to Mare and tell Her that if they start having at it, I'm going out there. (I really have issues seeing animals fight). Well, they started, and I bolted out of the door barefoot (I am not a go outside barefoot in the middle of the street too often person) with my mismatched pajama boxers and tee shirt ensemble - not to mention my divine morning hair. I run toward them, flailing my arms while trying not to yell 'too' loud (it was still pretty early in the morning). One cat bolts one way, the other, the other way - and afterwards - the neighbor's cat sits in front of his house staring straight at our house probably thinking "WTF was that with the crazy hair and is it coming back out?"
Mare cracks up, I crack up, and I am hoping a few neighbors aren't cracking up because of it ...
(But it was pretty funny in a "had to be there" moment.)