Oliver was laying in the condo in deep nap yesterday afternoon. He was upside down, exposing his belly to the sunbeam coming in the window. A slight breeze teased the hair on that belly.
Then a squirrel came to the window sill and started eating the corn I’d put out there.
Oliver opened an eye. He rolled and lifted his head. He looked at the squirrel. He looked at the desk. He looked at the bed. He looked out the office door into the living room.
Seeing no alternative, Oliver stood up and slapped the window to scare the squirrel away.
You can’t get good help these days.
It’s Thunder Thursday! This week I was kittensitting Goblin for my friend Lori. She’d told me that I mostly had to keep his water bowl filled because he’s spending a lot of time outdoors. And he’s been dragging baby bunnies in. Each day I’ve dreaded the idea of finding something dead inside the house. Or…not dead.
I found nothing.
Yesterday, I was putting canned food in Goblin’s bowl when he showed up. “Hey Gobbles,” I said. “You want to see what I’m giving you for lunch?”
“No,” he said. “You want to see what I caught for lunch?”
He took me outside and showed me the dead house wren in the driveway. I know it was a wren because it wasn’t moving so I had plenty of time to identify it. Goblin rolled on it. He looked meaningfully at me. “Rub my belly!”
I draw the line at rubbing the belly of a cat who is rolling on something dead.
I moved four feet away and waited for him to come over to me before I rubbed his belly. Today we sat on the couch and had a purr-fest. This is one lovey kitten.