Our cat, Mittens, has taken to taunting Prada. When I'm outside working in the yard, spreading bark-dust or picking our berries, Prada is on her tiedown hooked to the fence near me with her nylabone to keep her busy. Her nearness and need for attention gives me a few welcome, short, play breaks. Mittens, however, has figured out the length of the tie-down. He walks across the driveway, tantalizingly near to the grass she rests upon, or leisurely paces the yard over to a tree to climb, walking just a foot or so out of reach, quietly mewing at my mother, demanding her homage. That bratty furball has it in for my poor dog. Prada tries her best to ignore him but he's so close, and when he runs past her it's just too much temptation for almost any dog to resist.
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