If you’re a cat, there’s a lot to see and do on our little oak tree-covered hill. It’s home to a thriving community of turkeys, deer, other cats (some nice, some malcontents), dogs, coyotes, quail, finches, owls, hawks, crows, woodpeckers, raccoons, squirrels, foxes and a rabbit (or two), to name a few.
Tabs sort of administers everything to make sure the community performs at an optimal level, which he likes to do from one of his many perches, like his window shelf in the living room or his outdoor tabby command center.
But sometimes you have to get out there and get your paws dirty to see what’s really going on, which we did today on our walk.
The grass on the hill is all dead and dry right now, but the oak trees are green and action-packed.
Problem is, some of the critters in the area aren’t following proper procedures, like this ne’er–do–well who refused to show Tabs his authorized tree pass.
We tried to catch up to him, but he darted away.
Squirrels today, ya know? They have no respect for authority.