The cat had no where to go and Zeus had no intention of leaving.
I had plenty of treats in my pocket, which is how I usually get Zeus to move when he decides he does not want to.
The cat was right there though. So close, yet so far. No amount of treats or pulling or verbal persuasion was going to distract Zeus from his singular obsession; that black and white cat.
I looked at my watch. I had three more walks to get to.
I looked at my calendar. I have to drive my daughter to a swim meet in Rochester in two weeks.
If I can just distract Zeus long enough for the cat to climb down and hide in a bush, then Zeus will lose interest.
I stood in front of Zeus and covered his eyes. The cat had only a moment to escape, but it did not take the opportunity. (Why would it? It’s a cat, it has no idea what I was was doing.)
If I could just get the big guy to the side of the garage, the stand off could end.
Zeus probably weighs 100 pounds.
He feels like he ways 200 pounds when you have to carry him like a sack of potatoes for 30 feet.
