For those who’re a cat, there’s quite a bit to see and do on our little oak tree-covered hill.
Tabs was a BIG fan. We spent a whole bunch if not 1000’s of hours “patrolling” the hill.
Rosie isn’t fairly as adventurous as Tabs was in the case of exploring the neighborhood, however she’s getting there.
The hill is dwelling to a thriving neighborhood of turkeys, deer, different cats (some good, some malcontents), canine, coyotes, quail, finches, owls, hawks, crows, woodpeckers, raccoons, squirrels, foxes and a rabbit (or two), to call a couple of.
Tabs administered the whole lot to ensure the neighborhood carried out at an optimum degree, which he favored to do from certainly one of his many perches, like his window shelf in the lounge or his out of doors tabby command heart.
However generally you need to get on the market and get your paws soiled to see what’s actually happening, which we did on a regular basis on our walks.
The grass on the hill is all lifeless and dry proper now, however the oak timber are inexperienced and action-packed.
Downside is, a number of the critters within the space are not following correct procedures, like this ne’er–do–properly who refuses to point out his licensed tree move.
He was the identical method when Tabs was round. Each time we tried to catch as much as him, he darted away.
Squirrels, ya know? They don’t have any respect for authority.
Your pleasant neighborhood magnificence addict,
Karen