The Cat that is not a Cat

My daughter looked up from her oatmeal a few mornings ago and said, “What is that cat that is not a cat in our yard?”  Truthfully, I was distracted by the hairbrush, the Honey Nut O’s and the petrified tea on the table, so I didn’t immediately respond.  And I was surprised she was looking up from the paper at all; after the mornings complaints are firmly registered we are newspaper hounds.  But when I did, there it was: a low, furry…piano bench?  Because that’s what it resembled.  Long, stripey, and sleek, with short-ish legs and small sharp ears, it really seemed like someone crammed a faux-mod bench in our yard.  Then it left a present for our Ridiculous Dog (more on her in later posts), looked back as if to say, “that’s right, honey” and moved on.  It cheered me up, though, seeing something what wild in our haphazardly landscaped “outdoor room.”  We have quail, wild turkeys, millions of obnoxious squirrels and one woodpecker whose days are numbered, but we had no slinky cats.

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~ by alicetownsend on March 29, 2011.

One Response to “The Cat that is not a Cat”

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