Trog and other Animals: Jerry and the cat attack

 

© irene waters 2014

© irene waters 2014

I took off on my usual route down Skye Road. I let the dogs off the lead as soon as we reached the school as from this point on the traffic was non-existent with only a few houses on the route. As we passed the first house I stopped for a few seconds to chat with a friend who was out in her garden. Jerry was keen to go in to say hallo as he was often given meaty treats here but I stopped him and continued on.

The walk down the road was always relaxing. The vista we looked out on was paddocks down to the Barrington River with the cows grazing. Hares were plentiful along this road and the dogs were good at flushing them out but they never succeeded in catching one. Ducks were also common and I used to worry about the adult duck that would do a peculiar walk as though injured managing to keep just ahead of the dogs as they gave chase. It didn’t take me long to realise that this duck was acting as the decoy to give his young a chance to escape to safety as they could not yet fly. 

This day however there was no animal life apart from the cows visible and we had an enjoyable amble to the river at the end of the road and then we returned. We were some way from my friend’s house when Jerry broke into a run and raced in to her front yard. I heard the screams and broke into a run myself.

She was screaming like a banshee. “He’s got my cat. He’s got my cat.” I called for Jerry to come which he did immediately. Thank fully there was no evidence of blood or fur on his mouth and naturally the cat had gone into hiding. She continued to scream that the cat was injured under the house. Bit by bit I calmed her down, reassuring her that nothing had happened to her cat whilst inwardly I was praying nothing had.

I had been there  for around fifteen minutes and she was finally managing to smile when her husband came out of the house with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was red in the face turning to white when he saw that she was alright and laughing.

“Don’t you ever scream like that again” he said. “I thought someone was killing you. I heard you scream and I jumped out of the bath and slipped on the floor and hit my head. I’ve been trying to get out here since and here you are laughing.” It was no wonder he was angry and I felt very guilty that I had been responsible for all this angst.

I got home and the conversation was still in full swing and they hardly noticed my return. I sat and worried until I rang later in the evening and found that both the cat and the husband were fine after their ordeal. The next time I walked down the road workman were busy installing gates that could be closed. 

© irene waters 2014

© irene waters 2014

 

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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9 Responses to Trog and other Animals: Jerry and the cat attack

  1. Sherri says:

    Oh goodness, what a great story, because everything worked out in the end but can almost hear those screams now… 🙂

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  2. It’s always nerve-wracking when you have an animal accused of creating mayhem – you feel so guilty. I’m glad this turned out well. I’m sure your dog wouldn’t have hurt the cat. We had a Doberman-Rottweiler mix named Sampson. A sweeter dog never lived, but people used to take huge circles around us when we were out for a walk, and usually picked up their pets when he was around. Little did they know – even squirrels scared him!

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    • Yes we have the same thing with our current dog, so much so that Roger decided a smaller dog would be more appropriate as when our German Shepherd passes we will probably downsize and he feels people will take to a smaller dog. We have a cocker spaniel and although a delightful dog is very possessive and protective than Zac is. Poor Zac is frightened of Bundy’s squeaky toy.

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  3. Glynis Jolly says:

    Jerry just doesn’t look like the type of dog that would be mean to cats. Could it be that he just wanted to play?

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  4. birdosan says:

    Oh my! The adventures of Jerry are fascinating. Busy, busy, busy and unpredictable as well!

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