Last week, we returned home with groceries. At this local store, our food always arrives in colossal-sized crate-like boxes. For a few days, two of them lie vacant beneath the kitchen table. They were stacked on top of each other. Casually. Meanwhile, our typical box-obsessed feline was taking complete advantage of the opportunity to play with these twain random objects. Stacked on top of each other, she had a little makeshift "house"!! Rose is quite nervous of our cat. Correction. Rose is downright terrified of her!! And we have zero ideas why!! Did Rose suffer a negative experience once years ago regarding felines? Such as becoming scratched and bloodied? Did our cat have a "pep-talk" about arriving here less than five years before her? Or does Rose know something about the "bad-attitude" feline that we do not? Alright. My last two ideas are a bit far-fetched!! But honestly. Whenever our cat deliberately stands in a doorway, Rose will freeze, stock-still, and timidly await for her to move!! But, should Rose witness neighborhood felines, she chases them. With any given chance!! If some strange cat crosses our backyard, and Rose is inside looking out the sliding glass door, she barks!! That's right. Barks!! Like a town crier alerting an intruder of danger!! Seriously!! And, when Rose barks at felines passing through, it is unlike any sound arising from her vocal chords that I have ever heard!! Not a bay. Nope!! It is Rose's loudest, most ferocious-sounding bark!! As if she's ready to attack.... So, last week, our cat was contentedly playing inside her little makeshift "house", when Rose heard something. Coming from the boxes!! I heard it, too. It was nearly 10:00 PM. Rose and I were preparing to take our evening walk. Her bright red harness was already snapped on. My tennis shoes were nearly tied. But "Curious Rose" was mesmerized by that noise in the boxes!! With her ears perked and forehead furrowed, she bravely inspected its source!! Then, things happened so suddenly. Rose poked her light brown nose into the boxes. And out emerged a pair of soft de-clawed cat paws. Batting at Rose's nose. Once again, our feline ruthlessly attacked my girl!! Startled, Rose jumped back a mile!! Isn't the saying "curiosity killed the cat"?