Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Things you'll do

I found out last night, when a neighbor's pitbull went through my back screen door like it was wet Kleenex, that I am the type of person who will throw herself on a pitbull to save her cat.

We are both ok. (Me and Musetta, that is. I do not care about the dog, whose owner was close behind and took him away.) Interesting thing to know about oneself. Case manager at my mom's rehab asked if this would go into a book. I don't know. It's way too soon.

I don't even think I can write any more about this here.

6 comments:

Carol said...

How VERY scary! I'm glad you both are ok.

pattinase (abbott) said...

I know I would have had a heart attack.

Word verification: copmen

Clea Simon said...

I was hyperventilating, Patti. I realized after the dog was taken out by its owner and I was looking at Musetta (wedged up inside the window between glass and screen, hissing and spitting) that if I didn't do something I was going to black out. Breathed into my hands, which helped. Having a good cry - once she let us near and we were able to confirm that she was unharmed - helped too.

teaborg said...

Thank goodness you and yours are safe. Was the pitbull mean?

Clea Simon said...

Teaborg - the pitbull was running loose in the yard. I was sitting on my groundfloor porch, with the screen door closed behind me. Musetta - an indoor cat - was sitting inside, looking out. The dog saw the cat and raced past me on the porch and through my screen door so fast that neither I nor the dog's owner, who was in the yard, could stop him. I tackled the dog about six feet inside my kitchen. So, technically, I don't know if the dog was mean. It was perfectly friendly to people - but it saw my Musetta and went flying through a screen door at her. I wasn't about to ask its intentions. Basically, it was like a home invasion and I acted on instinct and did what I had to do to stop it. (Musetta was so fast - she got inside a partially opened window and climbed up to the very top, between the glass and the screen, where I like to think he couldn't have gotten to her. She stayed there for close to an hour.)

Clea Simon said...

So, um, I don't know if the pitbull was mean - but I wasn't going to wait and find out. It wasn't sitting on my porch wagging its tail, asking if Musetta could come out and play, that's for sure!