Charlotte’s best friend
That’s a poorly cast cement kitty sculpture we call Mr Grumpy Puss. It’s such a crude representation, I was astonished when my old cat Charlotte reacted to his appearance in the garden as if he were a real cat.
Charlotte hated other cats and was deeply suspicious of this one at first. After a few days, though, she would sometimes see her sitting on the lawn with him, keeping him company. From a safe distance, of course.
Interesting things go on in the little brains of cats.
Chickens, not so much. The flock have never reacted to him at all, other than to perch on his head and shit down his back from time to time.
That chicken is Violence. She was originally called Violet until we learned her true nature. All the lavender pekins I’ve had were jerks.
December 28, 2021 — 5:45 pm
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