Cat Fight

I have to proudly announce to the world that on Thursday, March 22, 2007 my son Mason got into his first fight. He bravely battled a little cat that he simply wanted to pet.

We went over to some friends' house who were out of town in order to let their dog out to use the restroom. While there Mason cornered their cat so that he could pet her (and probably pull her tail or something). The cat was not going for it. I followed closely behind fearing the worst. The cornered cat hissed a Stephen King horror movie hiss and started jabbing her front two paws. My son is either very brave or very ignorant, but he kept coming at her with his arms reaching out for her. Dad-Da (as I am called by the dude) quickly broke it up by snatching up my sweet little baby. The cat creepily stared at us all the way down the stairs as my son waved and said, “bye-bye.” I was terrified but also proud of the little dude. He was steady as a rock, ice in his veins.

Just as a side note the overly protective suburban Dad-Da found out that the cat has had all her shots and was de-clawed. Oh yeah, Justin and Lauren, sorry about my little dude jacking with you cat.