He Is A Rascal

   For those who wish not to read another tale of "Bat, the Bayou Prince Cat", I suggest you not go any further.  At the moment, the cat is probably the most interesting thing during my day.  Let me just say, "He is a handful."  From the get-go, I knew having this cat around was going to be a bit different.  First, this is the first male cat to actually be "ours".  There are/have been a number of feral tomcats on the property but none that have actually been housecats.  Bat is a first, in that aspect.  Second, I am accustomed to old cats...not rascally kitten/wannabe cats.  Bat is at that awkward stage where he thinks he is boss but gets put in his place quite often by anything he challenges whether it be one of the ferals or even a bumblebee.  He has not figured out that a little tact can go a long way when dealing with what life hands you.  That said, I should add that he has graduated from being strictly indoors.  During the day, he has free roaming of the Bayou.  This was needed so he could run off a bit of energy before he tore down the house.

  Bat's adventures have led him into some strange places.  He loves to climb so any tree is considered a playground but, lately, he has discovered the pier.  This is all good except Bat has not learned about mud nor water.  The silly cat seems to think if he wishes to "walk" on something then, it should be walkable.  While on the pier the other morning, I had to keep reprimanding him.  He so wanted to chase the bull minnows in the tidepools.  If he ever does make that mistake, he will most likely become mired in the mud.  He will be in a fine fix then if the tide starts to rise before I find him.  

  Obviously, Bat is not a true Bayou Cat, yet.  He has a long way to go to learn the ins and outs of this life.  Things will not be easy for him if he does not take the time to learn the lessons slowly instead of jumping in headlong.  Oh, Bat...you are a rascal, indeed.