They may not think I’m aware. But little does anyone know…especially these humans… What I don’t see, I hear. And what I don’t see or hear, I taste …deep in my spirit. After all, don’t forget who I am, or from where I came. However, I must admit I’ve received quite an education up here on this shelf.
Here’s what I ‘heard’ the other night…
Our establishment was closing and the outside lights turned off. The tall one, Grrrr..ier, (another of Cat-rina’s offspring) was going out the door with two others. They opened the door to a wiry male relieving himself. Right there, on the wall by the door. Grrr…ier (love his name) yelled at the culprit to stop, and the perp became drunkenly incensed. Who knows, maybe he was a bobcat in a previous life. More likely, a stupid coyote or a badger. Anyway, interrupted midstream, the cranky male spun around and wet the female between Grrr..ier and his companion. And naturally, having to defend the female of the species inflamed the situation, and Cat-trina exited to find an altercation teetering at the top of the steps. At her insistence, and because she stepped in between them, Grrrr..ier let the offender go without a brawl transpiring. Better to give up the honorable defense than have your mother in the middle of punches….knocked unconscious on the street with two black eyes…
Hearing such tales, I’m mystified that my human continues opening this place. As I can discern, it puts food on the table. Ohh, such lessons I could teach her about how to eat well, if only she could hear me. It’s so much simpler in the wild. Hearing them talk about how wild the street is would lead one to believe that it’s a foregone conclusion that dinner might be right outside.
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