Morning routines tend to be rushed affairs, but the little cats have interjected a counter-routine of their own.
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| dewy evidence on the deck |
When I return to the house after barn chores the little cats are waiting for me at the back door, and they pounce and tumble over the threshold (and each other) and into the yard. It does no good to chase them. I have tried, with no success, to herd them. Basically, this is their show, and my part is to play the audience.
Which, by the way, I love.
So I stand with coffee cup in hand and watch as my two little felines stalk bugs and each other, nibble on grass, occasionally vomit said grass, and sometimes give chase. All of this is pretty basic kitty behavior but it seems infused with a little more energy and interest since these two are recent outdoor inductees.
The most senior member of the duo is Lefty-the-one-eyed cat. Lefty has been with us for over ten years, and because of his size and limited sight I felt it my duty to give him my every protection and keep him in the house. Lefty is kind of a little Buddha; when outside he mainly likes to sit and contemplate. He radiates serenity. Once in a while he gives in to the universal urge of all males and urinates in the great out of doors. A few times, he's been tackled.
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| Lefty, contemplating |
The tackler is Inky Stinky Parlez Vous, our two-year old chatterbox. I'm sure it was her idea to stage the morning coup. Inky has brought a lot of energy into the house. She chatters constantly, she chases the dogs, she tackles Lefty and pins him until he cries kitty "uncle!", and she never ever backs down. I'm pretty sure she'd walk right up to a coyote, look him in the eye, and confidently swipe his nose. Then she would turn her fluffy tail into his face and strut away. It's what she does.
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| Inky, stalking the photographer |
I feel the urge to make a point of telling this story, but the truth is, I don't really have one.
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