I looked across the room at Simon, who was sitting in front of the window, looking intently at something in the front yard. Meow, he said. His voice was almost conversational in its calm tone. A moment passed and he meowed again. It wasn’t the noise he makes when he sees birds, which is more of a throaty warble.
I got up to investigate. And as I suspected, there was a cat sitting on the bench just under the window, looking up at Simon with wide yellow eyes. It was strange, almost as though the two cats were just having a little chat. In contrast, when Sasha sees another cat outside, he goes into defensive mode instantly.
Did the grocery shopping this morning, picked up a library book, and I think I might take a walk downtown this afternoon. Tonight: makin bigass pot of chili.
That’s cute. Simon is so chill.
In other non-chill kitty news, last night, Guapo was staring out the side of the bedroom window into the apartment next door. He stared fixedly and I wondered what he was doing until I heard the “yap yap yap!” of the little dog that lives there. Satisfied, he then jumped down.
Haha. Guapo has an enemy!
Last night my dad casually mentioned that it was nice that our house will have a yard, for his dog to run around in… when we dog-sit…. so my dad can go on a cruise. Heh. I told him I would be fine with that, I just didn’t think the cats would approve.
Also my dad loves cats more than dogs and asked if we wanted to trade pets. (They can’t have cats because of the whole moving to Arizona for the winter every year thing.) I told him he can visit our cats whenever he wants. Poor dad.