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Catmazed

The cats are practicing their staring. They sit in the back yard and stare inside the door, with the sorts of expressions one sees on blank-faced humans in horror B movies. Their little heads swivel to let their glowing eyes follow my movement inside the house.

One would think that they were trapped out there, except that the sliding glass door is open.

I think perhaps Samantha is annoyed that I rearranged her yard again. I put a low storage bench in front of the non-moving section of the sliding door. The bench has a green cushion that I suspect will be covered in cat hair if tomorrow is sunny. Bud has already tried it out.

No new plantings today. Hubby dragged in the barrel that I bought yesterday, and got rid of the boards that used to bound our planting bed. This year, everything is going into containers.

I think Tree-Bob the Ficus will move over to provide a scanty suggestion of shade on the bench, and the little banana tree will take TB's place by the AC unit.

One of the nasturtiums is blooming, a bright red flower. I told the girl, and said she'd seen it. "Going to eat it?" I asked. "Maybe," she said, grinning. ;o) We get pretty flowers, and here we are talking about eating them.

I go upstairs to close windows, and take a moment to look into our still-messy yard.

Samantha stares up at me.

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ladystained
Mar. 31st, 2005 07:19 am (UTC)
I want a staring cat. :)

I visited a pet shop the other day, and it had the most affectionate smoke-grey cat that you ever saw. I hesitated by the counter where it was sitting (didn't check its gender), and it started purring and headbutting my arms, shoulder, collar, whatever it could reach. Much kitty-love for me--maybe I smelled good? Maybe it liked my petting? Who knows. Unfortunately, it was a store cat, not for sale. Although if I get a cat, I'll get it from the shelter, not the pet store. I just went in to pet the animals.

There was also a temporary cat fight between some of the cats (they let them roam the store freely) and the hair literally flew. (meerrroowowowowww! Ffsssssssttt!) Clumps flying. I just slowly backed away from them, and from the large german shepard (sp?) that started barking (he was as tall as my waist and probably weighed as much as I do). All the rest of the cats (2 or 3 of them) came over to watch the cat fight, then an employee broke it up with a spray bottle.
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