These are just two of the (i am guessing) nearly 100 cats that stay in our residential compound.
They are everywhere – around car tyres, on the roof, in the garden, on trash cans and even sunbathing at times.
They are quite harmless but we have to be extremely careful of our mutt Tyson attacking and killing a few.
He has a history as a cat killer but we’ve tried very hard to keep him under check. He has, however, made several unsuccessful attempts in the last few weeks at getting them in his vice-like grip but I am sure, it won’t be long before he hunts down one.
The cats, however, seem to be oblivious of the danger lurking behind the picture windows. These two, for sure, seem supremely confident they are safe and even gave me “those looks” as I took the picture.
What they don’t know is that the ‘catch me if you can’ attitude can be a killer because Tyson is planning a strike any time soon – he just needs to sneak out somehow.
Until then, it’s a cat and dog game, with a couple of us two-legged creatures thrown in!
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Tyson’s ‘booked’ his new space!
The Tyson saga!
This is a column I wrote at the Gulf Daily News back in the beginning of 2010 when our pet Tyson returned home after having gone missing for three days.
I was reminded of those times by a blog I wrote yesterday (Mutt on the coast) and a comment that followed saying how humans insist on getting animals to comply with their “silly endeavors.”
I totally agree! Why should pets, particularly dogs, who are known to carry the same emotions and feelings as humans, follow man’s every whim when man does not himself do so for the dog?
So we have let Tyson be and take him for his “walk” only for him to do his thing and come right back in, sometimes taking only a few minutes. He’s petrified of traffic, people, machines, in fact, any noise whatsoever. He will not go out for hours on end if there are road works going on or there are people on the porch outside. He will certainly not move out if there is any kind of noise and that could be the imam at the mosque saying the evening prayer!
He was always like that, ever since we brought him home as a few days old pup. He was somewhat improving when “disaster” struck and he disappeared. And, ever since we got him back, he’s been what he’s today!
So, now, he eats, and sleeps, eats again, and sleeps some more. He’s happy that way, and so are we!
Mutt on the coast
It was a blisteringly hot evening yet again but that did not stop this bunch of children fool around on a “hillock” at the Busaiteen coast. But the way they were literally dragging a most unhappy-looking dog with them was not a pleasent sight. The well-fed, but visibly uncomfortable, mutt tried its best not to follow the pack of kids on the climb up but finally gave in after a bout of tugs and pulls.
The poor creature obviously would have been happier ensconed in the air-conditioned comfort of his master’s bedroom but that was not to be because the children (and that, too, boys) wanted to have some fun.
I felt sad at the way man’s best friend had been hopelessly outnumbered in this case, even as I thought about our own pet, Tyson, who refuses to be even taken for the customary evening after meal walk and rushes indoors seconds after completing his “business”!!
Mutt in Charge
This rather ferocious looking mutt came at me with what I thought was a menacing trot but all he wanted was to get out-of-the-way as made my way to take pictures of the sea from his very cozy resting place.As he rushed towards me, my first reaction was that I should make a run for it, or at least step aside but my fears were unfounded as he just rushed past me and across the coast.
Apparently, I had disturbed his slumber and, though he did not like it, decided to play along and let me have it my way.
All the time that he charged towards me, I kept the camera clicking, not very sure what would happen but realising if he actually attacked, I would perhaps end up with some great pictures.
That, of course, did not happen but I still came away with some “action” shots.
Needless to say, I carried on with the “photo shoot” sitting on the rather wobbly structure in the middle of the gushing high tide. As for the mutt, he disappeared, perhaps to return to rest after I left. After all, there are not too many “adventurers” willing to step out in the rather windy and dusty conditions.





