The Cat in the Grass W/O a Hat

Scooter is showing his age in many ways. He's grown a bit of a belly, okay more than a bit, and he is a little sway-backed. However, he makes up for aging with effort and enthusiasm.

Yesterday, he spotted a small bird peeking at the far edge of the garden. He began his sneak attack from about 20 feet out, and crept, belly dragging, closer and closer. I do not know if it was the sound of his gut dragging, or if the bird just plain outsmarted him, but when Scooter pounced, he missed. I mean he wasn't even close. Of course I would not have allowed him to kill the bird if he'd succeeded, but my intervention was unnecessary.

So I razzed him about his failure and he decided it was time to demonstrate his ability to disappear, which he did handily.

From 25 feet I could not see him. As I got closer, I saw his color but no definition. Then, Scooter being Scooter, he sat up and stared as if to say, what? You got a problem?

Glad I'm not prey.

The Cat Who knew the Cat Who

It is interesting how easily a cat can disappear. Especially a large cat such as Downyflake. He weighs about 18 pounds and tries to squeeze into the smallest spaces he can find. Must be an inner-kitten thing.

Of course, he never succeeds, but does frequently vanish for hours in those spots where he fits. Searching is an act of futility. If he does not want to be found, he will not be.

He does enjoy, as do most cats, a place high above human activities. There he can watch and be ready to pounce, well, okay, Downyflake does not pounce on much of anything. He does sleep and sleep, and. . .well, sleep.

Back when I was collecting Cat Who books, piling them on the top of a bookshelf where they might be safe from cat claws, and hairballs, he decided I had created the perfect cave, closed on three sides with a roof. As you can see, he took advantage and spent many hours thinking about the Cat Who. . . no probably not, but it's fun to consider it.