Wild Life

[poliphilo]

A fat, brindled-grey  pussycat appears in the backyard. He is looking up at something that interests him in the ivy on the side wall. I stare at him through the window. He catches on- and returns my gaze. I think hostile thoughts. He drops his eyes, turns and hurries away.

I'm sorry, but I'm not having it. This backyard belongs to a family of blackbirds and a robin. Go back to your house and eat kitty-chow, fat, brindled-grey pussycat. You're not welcome here-  beautiful though you undoubtedly are.

As the cat disappears round the side of the house I notice the robin watching from high up in the bare branches of the hawthorn tree. He's not stupid. He knew.

Comments

[pondhopper.livejournal.com]

Our neighbour next door used to have 10 cats. They were always here and not even the dogs could chase them away as the kitties loved to climb our olive trees that are full of birds. You must have cat scaring powers.
;)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I dunno. I find with any animal that you can usually stare them down. Either that, or they'll tear you throat out.

[daisytells.livejournal.com]

I dont know if he had bad eyesight or what, but my old Siamese Tim would look a person right in the eye and never waver. I believed he was an old soul.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

We had a cat like that. We called him Churchill- because he was bandy-legged and looked like a bulldog.