Home with a bad cold- and a worse mood. Poor Tuxie is complaining- she hasn’t been out for days. Though I really don’t feel up to it, I take her out for a “walk”.
She gets excited when she knows we are going out, so she lets me put her harness on. And out we go- it is warmer than I thought. We hear lots of birdsong… a woodpecker trying to find insects, a faint cry of a hunting hawk, and some loud unfamiliar bird calls near the creek.
Tuxie perches on her favorite “throne”- a pile of cinder blocks at the edge of the scruffy woods bordering the back yard. We observe another cat just on the other side of the scruffy border- almost out of view. Tuxie is mesmerized- and the two cats become surrounded by little birds overhead in the low bushes. Are the birds trying to keep a close eye on the cats? This lasts until my loud sneeze startles everyone- and all but Tuxie disappear.
I feel part of the world again- still sneezing but happier now.
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