Should you’re a cat, there’s so much to see and do on our little oak tree-covered hill.
Tabs was a BIG fan. We spent a whole lot if not 1000’s of hours “patrolling” the hill.
Rosie isn’t fairly as adventurous as Tabs was in terms of exploring the neighborhood, however she’s getting there.
The hill is house to a thriving neighborhood of turkeys, deer, different cats (some good, some malcontents), canine, coyotes, quail, finches, owls, hawks, crows, woodpeckers, raccoons, squirrels, foxes and a rabbit (or two), to call a number of.
Tabs administered all the things to ensure the neighborhood carried out at an optimum stage, which he favored to do from one in all his many perches, like his window shelf in the lounge or his outside tabby command heart.
However generally you need to get on the market and get your paws soiled to see what’s actually happening, which we did on a regular basis on our walks.
The grass on the hill is all useless and dry proper now, however the oak bushes are inexperienced and action-packed.
Drawback is, a few of the critters within the space are now not following correct procedures, like this ne’er–do–nicely who refuses to indicate his approved tree move.
He was the identical means when Tabs was round. Each time we tried to catch as much as him, he darted away.
Squirrels, ya know? They don’t have any respect for authority.
Your pleasant neighborhood magnificence addict,
Karen
