the return of the bully

Apparently bully cats are like bully ex-presidents: they keep on turning up.

Bully Cat races past me on my morning walk today

When I was 10 minutes from home on my walk this morning, I spotted Bully Cat a short distance away. We were both surprised, startled, and stared at one another. I made a quick decision to snap his picture, but he seemed to recognize me from our earlier encounters in our driveway this week and took off. Hence, the blurry image. However, when he was a safe distance away from me and my cell phone camera, he stopped and gave me this look.

Bully Cat 100% recognized me

Warmer weather the past couple of nights saw Pretty’s puddy tat Lilibets in her familiar surroundings of our carport with her equally familiar place on the top step of our steps leading to the kitchen door from the carport when she’s ready for her two square Fancy Feast meals daily. For more than a month she has staked that place to make sure I don’t forget about her when I feed our three dogs who are, thankfully, all inside.

I wasn’t sure this morning if Pretty’s Lilibets was with us because she hadn’t been visible like she normally would be when I exited the house for my walk. I also didn’t see her on my way home when I walked past Neighbor John’s house, but I did see John leaving for work. I called out to wish him a good morning and he gave me a friendly wave. Neighbor John and I are now clearly best friends.

I checked the flower bed at the house across the street from John’s (the house of the two lesbians according to Pretty who knows every lesbian within miles) but no sign of our cat.

I saw no evidence of Lilibets under either one of our antique vehicles when I walked up the driveway so maybe she had vanished again. But no, she appeared mysteriously on the top step waiting for breakfast to be served when she heard the dogs barking for their meal. I gave her fresh water and her delicious Fancy Feast meal mixed with a few dry pellets. She actually purred and allowed me to pet her today. Wow. Incredible progress from the cat who chose to ignore me when I appeared in John’s driveway. Fickle.

I watched Lilibets eat from the kitchen door for a few minutes and then went in the back yard to water flowers for a little while. Still no rain in the forecast. Felt like summer. Sigh. Flowers on their last legs or, er, petals.

I went back to the kitchen door to check on Lilibet’s progress and lo and behold, what do you think I saw???!!!

The evil Bully Cat was eating our cat’s food and had scared away our puddy tat who was nowhere to be seen.

I went nuclear, hollering obscenities, rushing toward the Bully Cat with all the ferocity my 75 year old white-haired self could muster. You better run, you feline son of a you-know-what. You better hope I don’t catch up with you – I will make you wish you had picked another driveway to rob, etc.

The Bully Cat did run…all the way across the street where he stopped long enough to look back at me with a mocking glance. Then he disappeared.

After much cajoling, reassurances, and replenishing the food bowl Lilibets returned to the top step and finally felt a resurgence of her appetite. I stood guard while she polished off most of her food followed by sips of water. She and I had a common enemy now. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, if I remember that quote correctly. Evidently Pretty’s cat and I are buddies.


Stay safe, stay sane, get vaccinated and please stay tuned.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.
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12 Responses to the return of the bully

  1. JosieHolford says:

    What if the cat is not a bully?

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    • Now that’s an interesting question, Josie, but I’m afraid we witnessed him jumping this little cat this week when Pretty started throwing tea on him to get him off her…looks bad for him. And this cat is 100% afraid of him…so evidence stacked against him, don’t you think?

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      • JosieHolford says:

        With cats it’s often hard to know. And territory is territory and often has to be defended at all odds. I have a sweet seeming cat that turns into a vicious monster at the sight of any other cat.

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      • I know you are more of an expert about cats so I appreciate any tips! I also rely on our best friends who have three cats. I take Benadryl whenever we get together at their house. All cats love me dearly – their cats cling to me when I’m there. Sometimes I take two Benadryl!

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  2. Wayside Artist says:

    This is as good a drama as what the horses put on at the farm. You and Grey are on!

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    • I would give anything to see the horses’ drama!! I’m sure you are stressed!!

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      • Wayside Artist says:

        Imagine an equine Peyton Place or Dallas or Dynasty with all that intrigue: mares breaking up long established pairs, a young male wooing a band of ladies from an old warrior, bonded female and male couples suddenly divorcing, scandalized elderly horses, harebrained foals throwing fits and causing pandemonium, horses and ponies conning humans for resources, having jealous fits of temper, hoarding hay, grain or favorite shade trees, trashing expensive blankets, losing hand forged shoes, hystrionics over pedicures, doctor visits, work, and even aliens – deer, herons, Canada geese. There’s nothing as funny as watching 5 or 6 horses in one field baldly gawping at the hi-jinx in another field. Lifetime has nothing on Horsetime TV.

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      • Ann, you have made me laugh outright this morning!!!!
        I’ve never had the chance to really experience more than one horse in one pasture so the idea of stables makes me “geen” as Ella says with envy.
        Lifetime definitely has nothing on Horsetime TV…thank you for the visuals!!

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  3. Wayside Artist says:

    Sheila, one of my favorite memories/photos of Frannie is of her visiting her boyfriend, Cuore, in his paddock at the old farm, but immediately abandoning him to flirt over the fence line with 3 old “beaux” (as my Alabama Aunt Annabelle would have put it). They queued up to see if they had any magic left!! She left a string of broken hearts.

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  4. Luanne says:

    I’ll bet he IS a male cat who is the dominant cat in the area. And he knows which cats he likes and which ones he doesn’t. If he doesn’t belong to someone he needs to be trapped and snipped :). then he’ll be much nicer. T’s poor puddy tat. Sloopy Anne and Kana were both bullied in the shelter by male cats who HAD been neutered. That’s how they ended up here hah.

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