NoMyCat

Chatty. He comes up in the morning to enjoy the sun on our front porch.

Familiar. Too soon he jumps onto my knee for affection. I am won over by his diesel like purr and snuggles.

The downside

Our bird feeder is deserted. Instinct. Like that fear I have when there’s no wing mirror on my bike – “What is behind me?”

Birdfeeder.

It’s new. Just rebuilt. Little hooks for fruit, and now the wax eyes visit us.

Always the sparrows, who feed on wild birdseed, bossy blackbirds – they like cat biscuits. Which spill over into the garden, where NotMyCat has another reason to visit.

Sunny mornings, busy, and now retired I have time to see our ‘tame’ wildlife close up.

Gotta go

Clean up the kitchen bench.

Published by davidlegge

Photography, poetry, culture, whimsy, Thames New Zealand

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