[Feathers of Hope (Numenius)] The feline neighborhood.
[(iDEATH)] Porchwise territorialities; the cats don't refer to property lines, but to their own sense of whose where is there.
Yellow eyes peer steadily under the hosta. A football-sized blob of black fur crouches on the lawn. My neighbors' cat Nemo is on the hunt again.
Once rabbits hung out in the bushy plant, but I have not seen any this year. Maybe Nemo or his housemate, I Don't Care, caught them, or maybe some less well-fed predator got them -- I cannot know. (I think it is a good thing that cats don't come when called; what would THAT sound like?)
I disapprove of hunting in my yard, though, so when I can, I burst out the back door and interrupt. Nemo walks away, pretending indifference.
My relations with cats are [complicated.] P.
[Via Negativa] If I were a good ecological citizen, I'd be reaching for the .22 right now. And I might yet. But I have such a hard time pulling the trigger any more.
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