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desperanceThere was a cat! In our yard!
Actually, there quite often is a cat in our yard, but he's usually discreet: he skirts the fence, he maybe takes a dust-bath in the sun, he mostly keeps his distance. Once, he's offered to visit Karen in the clubhouse; once, he's let me scritch him under the chin.
This time, whoo. First I knew of it was Mac on the kitchen table, ears back, tail threshing, very very focused. His ears don't do that for a birdie, so I went to look: the trick is to sight between the ears, but I didn't really need to. He's quite a big cat, and he was right in the middle of the lawn, staring in at Mac. The window was open, so there was nothing but an insect-screen between them. Mac's indignance was immeasurable: a cat! In our yard! Where Mac is not allowed to go!!
And then the impertinent creature came strolling oh-so-casually forward, till he was right under Mac's window*. Oh, the outrage, the frustration, the distress! There were three of us to watch it, and it was very funny.
Then I spoke a heedless word, and the cat took that as fair warning and made off, quite unhurriedly, towards his hole in our fence. (I have blocked that hole with a lump of masonry, but it has been unblocked again; I suspect the Macchiavellian cat engaged the services of his friend the dog, to nose it out of the way. I don't believe their human would've done it, and I'm damn sure the cat didn't.)
EtA: how silly of me, I misunderstood. Mac totally scared the evil cat away. Totally.
*All our (open) windows r belong to Mac. That really didn't need saying, did it?
Actually, there quite often is a cat in our yard, but he's usually discreet: he skirts the fence, he maybe takes a dust-bath in the sun, he mostly keeps his distance. Once, he's offered to visit Karen in the clubhouse; once, he's let me scritch him under the chin.
This time, whoo. First I knew of it was Mac on the kitchen table, ears back, tail threshing, very very focused. His ears don't do that for a birdie, so I went to look: the trick is to sight between the ears, but I didn't really need to. He's quite a big cat, and he was right in the middle of the lawn, staring in at Mac. The window was open, so there was nothing but an insect-screen between them. Mac's indignance was immeasurable: a cat! In our yard! Where Mac is not allowed to go!!
And then the impertinent creature came strolling oh-so-casually forward, till he was right under Mac's window*. Oh, the outrage, the frustration, the distress! There were three of us to watch it, and it was very funny.
Then I spoke a heedless word, and the cat took that as fair warning and made off, quite unhurriedly, towards his hole in our fence. (I have blocked that hole with a lump of masonry, but it has been unblocked again; I suspect the Macchiavellian cat engaged the services of his friend the dog, to nose it out of the way. I don't believe their human would've done it, and I'm damn sure the cat didn't.)
EtA: how silly of me, I misunderstood. Mac totally scared the evil cat away. Totally.
*All our (open) windows r belong to Mac. That really didn't need saying, did it?