Scruffy morning

[kinzel]

Which is to say that the fancy gray cat from next door, Scruffy, was sitting on our deck this morning waiting for a finch-or-hummer breakfast to fly in when I woke... I escorted her to the property line, sigh.

Scruffy and I have a difficult relationship in that -- other than her need to eat our birds -- I think she's a pretty nice cat. Our neighbor thinks all cats should be allowed free range, and of course, I don't. Between them our two closest neighbors have lost four or five cats to traffic in the last three years, which sorrows me.

Meanwhile, the day lily count is 3, plus one casualty -- while untangling one of them from the branch of a nearby bush I managed to break off a bud that was tangled in a lower branch... sigh. And the count is only going down. The day is slightly gray and the humidity currently high.

Breakfast calls, and does coffee. Then a fairly busy morning, methinks.

Comments

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

Scruffy's person has never heard about coyotes? Great horned owls? Fishers? Plenty of things out in the Great North Woods think that kitty-cats represent lunch.

That's above and beyond the road hazards, of course.

[kinzel.livejournal.com]

A cat lives outside. Real Maine rules, I guess.