It’s always good to have someone watch your back. Being that we’re living virtually on our own in Australia I used to think we don’t have such a someone; lately, however, things have changed.
There’s this cat that probably belongs to one of our neighbors, if only because there are no street cats in Australia. We don’t know which neighbor exactly and it could actually be quite a far away neighbor, but there is still this cat. And this cat seems to have a liking to our front yard: it can sleep in there for hours, moving from one shady haven to another.
I suspect it’s the very tall and very un-mowed weeds that render our front yard so attractive to said cat. It probably makes the cat feel like he/she is a lion/lioness in the African savanna, waiting on random prey to fall into its paws. The cat’s achievements are not to be trifled with: Usually, our “garden” looks and feels like Jurassic Park with birds in the role of the dinosaurs and the tall weeds in the role of the jungles they roam in. However, with the cat in charge there are no birds to be seen other than the occasional brave soul that sits up the tree. We have already sighted the cat chasing after a mouse once, and there were a couple of signs to indicate some great beast – bird battles took place in our garden.
As mighty as that cat may sound it is also a rather chicken of a cat: whenever I get close to it, even with a nice offering of meat, it just runs away. Could it be xenophobic? I don’t know, but it’s nice to have a guardian looking after us.