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In contrast to yesterday, this morning had a gloomy start.
Positively soggy, in fact.
Far too warm for this time of year, I sat with my window open to get fresh air and enjoyed listening to the eager chatter of the Little Brown Jobs who always have a lot to say.
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By the time I had freshened the room sufficiently, I was obliged to cool down a bit more as Lily had taken up position at the window, taking notes from the bird song.
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Indeed, she might well have been.
Lily, in human form, would be a reporter. Always curious, always seeking information.
And multi-lingual, I am certain.
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Ten days ago, a stranger came to inspect us.
And yesterday, he was back:
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Lily rushed from the other end of the house.
Ears pricked, eyes focused.
What did the interloper want?
Penny said “who cares? When’s lunch?”
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Clearly, this chap knows there are others of his kind nearby.
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Though he didn’t bother checking in to ask for a tasty treat or to tell us “hello”.
Until they moved away, our neighbour’s cat Pancho not even came to call, but demanded entry into the house.
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Pancho was a lovely boy and when we finally relented and let him in, he made himself at home. Obviously, he’d been in before. Our guys were a little surprised but seemed not too affronted. After all, what’s one more? And his visits were short. Pancho had places to go, birds to kill. It was his one shortcoming.
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His daily kill didn’t bear thinking about.
And that was hard to tolerate.
But we miss his sweet face.
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Now we have a new interloper, of unknown origin.
His collar and condition indicate he’s not stray.
Next time he comes, I’ll try an introduction.
How do I know it’s a “he”?
It’s the attitude and the devil-may-care saunter.
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As he sloped off up the driveway and disappeared from view:
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Those young men are always hanging around the ladies!
Lily seemed very keen to meet him, but I need to introduce myself first!
Haha, I was wondering how you knew it was a “he” 😉. Oh, and Lily seems very curious about this stranger – love how she’s lifting her little front paw at the window (maybe it’s a shy “hello” …)
Lily always holds a paw like that. Maybe she is afraid of commitment, or she likes to keep her options open!