I accidentally taught Daisy to fetch

I accidentally taught Daisy to fetch!

I’ve been suffering from a monster-ass cold (or COVID, who the hell knows?), so I’ve been spending a lot of this past week lying flat on my back feeling like shit. And in my cold-induced stupor, it appears I taught Daisy to fetch.

My late cat Willow learned to fetch all on her own. It just sort of happened. And I wasn’t exactly trying to teach Daisy to fetch either. In fact, it was completely accidental.

mentioned a while ago that Daisy took an instant liking to my late dog Mary’s favorite nighttime toy Moon. Though, “instant liking” may not be entirely accurate. I don’t know if it’s the dog smell on Moon or what, but Daisy gets so riled up over the thing, she turns into a meth-addled panther.

She tears at Moon like it’s trying to kill her.

In less than two months, Daisy has done more damage to Moon than the pitbull did in ten years.

How it started and how it’s going:

The Decline of Moon

About a month ago, Moon went missing. For weeks, I hunted high and low for Moon, but no joy.

But given how vicious Daisy is with Moon, I started to suspect think the damn toy hid itself.

When I’d all but given up finding him, Daisy spotted him lying in an empty 5 gallon drum on the basement floor. I have no idea how it got in there.

And with Moon’s return came the return of the meth-addled panther.

I call Daisy my barnacle because she follows me everywhere. And since this cold has made me so miserable and I’ve been spending a lot of time sacked out on the couch, Daisy, not content with simply playing with Moon in the same room, insisted on bringing it up onto the couch to play with it on my lap.

Trust me, you do not want a full-on meth-addle panther battling Moon on your lap. There is no way to avoid getting caught in the line of fire. Now, in addition to having this lousy cold (or COVID, who knows?), I am also covered head to toe in scratches.

By Tuesday, I’d had enough. So out of a sense of self-preservation, every time Daisy jumped up on my lap with Moon in her mouth, I’d grab the damn thing and throw it as hard as I could into the other room.

And every time I did, that little stinker cat would launch off my lap like a rocket, run into the other room, grab Moon and bring it right back onto my lap.

I’d throw it again. And she’d retrieve it. And again, and again, and again.

Now, I wasn’t trying to teach Daisy to fetch. I was trying to avoid being torn to ribbons. But, in the end, Daisy learned to fetch.

Fetch is now officially Daisy’s favorite game.

I confess last night I got so tired of playing, I hid Moon for a couple hours just to get a break from it.

But even an indefatigable meth-addled panther wears herself out eventually.

Daisy post fetch

Monday marks Daisy’s two-month anniversary here at Casa Dianny. We’ve become inseparable. And I admit, I’m just crazy about her.

Though, today, (and she doesn’t know this yet) she’s getting her claws trimmed.

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9 thoughts on “I accidentally taught Daisy to fetch

  • September 17, 2021 at 3:33 pm
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    Daisy may be related to Walter the cat used in the Chevy Silverado ad on TV.
    Having had a cat that would fetch was very entertaining.
    Thanks for sharing as it is a great diversion during these stressful times and get better quickly as we can’t have you out of service for any extended time. 😱

  • September 17, 2021 at 3:36 pm
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    Gotta love the little kitties. She is adorable.

    “meth-addled panther”…That’s hilarious.

    Daisy looks like she could be a little sis to my kitty, Rambo, who currently weighs in around 20-pounds. Their markings are almost identical.

  • September 18, 2021 at 10:44 am
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    So cute.
    It’s nice to have a story that isn’t politics.
    Thanks.
    Feel better!!

  • September 18, 2021 at 3:18 pm
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    She looks like my Chloe’s twin. But Daisy has bigger ears. Chloe has been with me for three years and is just warming-up to me. People should be more like that!

  • September 18, 2021 at 8:56 pm
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    What a cutie! She reminds me of our orange marmalade striper, Zippy, that we used to have many years ago. She would run around our apartment like a banshee and get herself so worked up that she would literally run up the wall and hang onto the drywall, wagging her tail. Before we were married, my husband would take her every Saturday to go thru the drive thru at the bank and then MacD’s. The MacD’s staff would give her her own plain hamburger patty, which she would eat on the way home. She also would steal and eat garlic bread if she could get away with it and loved to climb into the shower with him. At night my husband would wake up to find her asleep under the covers with her head up on his pillow. Looks like you’ve found your own kindred spirit!

  • September 18, 2021 at 11:18 pm
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    Uh, as a suggestion, you could take her into the shower. Not only will she be clean, her claws will soften in the water and they’ll be easier to cut…

    Wait. On second thought…

  • September 19, 2021 at 5:10 pm
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    Awww, that second picture melted my heart 🙂

  • September 19, 2021 at 7:40 pm
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    She cray! 🤣 Love her!

  • September 20, 2021 at 11:40 am
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    I brought home a stray about 2 years ago, and he loves nothing better than ‘fetch’. Hair ties, bread wrapper-ties, catnip-mouse….. you name it, if he can get it into his mouth, he will fetch it. He’s not my first fetchy-puss, though. The cat I just lost in July at 14 years old was famous for dragging her toys up a full flight of stairs and somehow getting even the string-on-a-stick toys into the bed with me. Her favorite was a leather dream catcher the size of a silver dollar, it had danglies on it LOL

    Kitties are SO much fun…. hours and hours of low-cost entertainment 🙂 <3

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