Leo De Janero
Shadow (Shaddy Cat)
Even though they are DNA compatible, each has the burning need to eliminate the other even though everybody has been neutered. They just don't like each other. Breaking up a cat fight is comparable to separating belligerent porcupines. Somebody is going to feel pain and it is usually me. I have tried brooms, water hoses, and nothing works like pressurized spray cans of flea potion. The trick is to not go in their eyes with it. My skill is improving and we get a flea treatment at the same time. Win, win.
Then as I walked toward my door, I saw another storm brewing. Steadfastly glaring at each other in squinted-eye contempt was the Cub Cadet and the Toro Zero Turn, our old and new lawn mowers respectively.
A Rumble Getting Started
I froze, as did the wooden wind heron (bottom right), in dread anticipation of the metal-on-metal violence which was surely fermenting. Insults began flying faster than grass clippings. I thought I heard the Cub Cadet, who had been the favorite family mower for years, refer to the Toro as an effeminate and degrading
affront to the masculinity of lawn care. Actually he called it "a hot pink float in a gay parade."
The Toro steeled itself and shot back, "That's to be expected from a gas guzzling, inefficient, insensitive, polluting red neck relic.
I had had enough. The heron turned away from the gasoline breath, as a breeze stirred, and I started in the house, leaving behind what would not be ended soon. I did warn Husband that one lawn mower was enough. They see it that way too.
Not a Happy Pair