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September 30, 2020 / philosophermouseofthehedge

Be still my hart

He sits all full of himself preening at the end of the driveway. Must think he’s James Dean reincarnated.

The desperado. A new hunk in the neighborhood.

Aloof and arrogant – but we see him side-eyed looking to see if We are looking.

Of course, We are flattered. Probable age difference, you see.

But they shuffled snd fretted over Elizabeth R in her later years, too.

Sr Staff complains he’s leaving calling cards at night dripping down the front door.

Ah, paper towels cannot wipe away correspondences of the heart.

Molly Malamute says he slips onto the front porch – patiently sitting on the welcome mat – in case We happen by.

vintage seated woman. Actress May Allison, 1919. FIlm Fun mag. (USPD, artist life, publication date/Commons.wikimedia.org

Is my collar on straight? Sigh. So near yet so far. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org

How delightful to be pursued with such courtly manners.

One of good taste as he’s shown little interest in that hussy Niala who has no problem creeping out her cat door and walking the streets. She can flip her tail trying to look adorable, but he pays no mind.

The young have to learn how to play hard to get.

On closer examination, he appears to have weathered much in life, but is now content: Assurances given – a treaty made – so a place to call forever home across the street.

Though We gaze at distance through glass, a camaraderie felt.

We shyly offer a paw salute – a soft one pressed on the glass.

Familiar with chivalry, he is pleased, accepts, and acknowledges with dignity.

Older than his proud steps portray.

With the nights still mild, he patrols – not yet ready to curl up on his hearth. “In time, it will be time,” he says. 

Pensive cat. (© image, copyrighted, all rights reserved, no permissions granted.)

Appreciation of affection from afar comes with age.(© image)

Each night We stretch out on the office windowsill and wait. 

He crosses the yard and neatly sips at the water bowl under the window.

Then gathers himself into stillness and watches the fence across Our Outer Realm.

Our heart thrills to see him at his best: from stone still to faster than lighting. A performance worthy of Catalympic Trials. No cat could snatch a mouse faster.

Young again, he prances – yes, struts – past showing off his trophy with such a charming grin.

“For your entertainment,” he says out of the side of his mouth. “This one for my housekeeper, but the next one, the very next one, my dear lady, the next one for you.”

Sir Chevalier, Sir Walter Scott would find no need of embellishing.

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I am RC Cat and I approve this message.

 

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  1. shoreacres / Sep 30 2020 5:42 am

    Who says there’s nothing happening at night any more? They just don’t know where to look!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2020 10:16 am

      Seems the virus still has many staying in and close to home allowing the animals much free movement. Now’s when I start worrying about the deer along Egret Bay. Not only is it time they begin moving, between the school construction and the will it ever get done sidewalk/bike trail, there’s less brush cover and more humans and machines.
      Seen ducks overhead early and late the past few days. The crepe myrtles are shedding leaves early. Guess it’s about time for warms sockies and a cat on feet at night.
      Thanks for looking around!

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  2. easyweimaraner / Sep 30 2020 5:51 am

    we have his brother… he sits in the tree and thinks that’s his kingdom while the dogs start to foam…

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2020 10:12 am

      Such audacity! When The German was staying with us a neighbor’s car used to smirkingly try that…The German would slowly nonchalantly amble down the fence line then one time suddenly leaped up and grabbed that fluffy tail…not tightly, just as a warning. I swear the dog grinned as that cat scrambled to hang on and then charged down the fence line…never to recline and tease again. (We did see it slink on the cross board hidden by the upright planks traversing the space quickly…very quickly.)
      It’s a challenge, Boys, you guys can figure out a campaign!
      Thanks for barking along here

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  3. acflory / Sep 30 2020 5:59 am

    Oh…Harry brought me one of those ‘gifts’ the other day. You’ve captured the essence perfectly. 🙂

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Sep 30 2020 10:06 am

      They are so thoughtful. How can anyone complain? Thanks for slipping by with a comment

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      • acflory / Sep 30 2020 6:19 pm

        Yes…thoughtful. Unfortunately their idea of clean up and mine are not quite the same. 😉

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  4. Ally Bean / Sep 30 2020 7:19 am

    Well told. A tale worthy of the ages, because it’s been going on during the ages. Gifts for the worthy courtesy of the fit, eh?

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  5. Kate Crimmins / Sep 30 2020 7:54 am

    Always good to have gentlemen callers!

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  6. sustainabilitea / Sep 30 2020 10:25 am

    And here I thought to see a deer. Sigh. Our younger daughter rescued a gorgeous black cat from the streets of Philadelphia and what fun she (the cat, but our daughter too) is. She prefers to play with he mice before catching them and if they freeze, thinking she’ll go away, she eventually bat them into action again. Our daughter has received a number of such gifts, but they don’t have to worry about mice getting into food, as we did in Ohio and Illinois. For us, mouse traps were the answer. 🙂

    janet

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  7. Irene Tobias Rodriguez / Oct 1 2020 9:53 am

    We found a headless mouse by our front door the other day. We do not have a cat. Probably given to us by the cat across the street. Don’t know why our door was chosen, unless the mouse was found in our front yard and the cat thought we needed it.

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