Tuesday, July 22, 2014


Archie will be two years old at the end of August and he's been an inside cat since he came to us as a six-week-old kitten. I don't know if I'm happy or not that I've let another bird-killing cat outside but he's not the same as his older "sister" Fern who spent her first year of life living wild. He's not so bold as she is, preferring to stay close to the decks and gardens around the house although he's quite taken with the garden shed. The bell around his neck is as much to make him easy to locate as to warn birds. He watches birds and squirrels with ferocious intensity through the window when he is inside but so far, he's seems more concerned about figuring out this huge new world than with following his hunting instincts.
Every so often, the bell goes crazy as Archie makes a mad dash to the deck and stretches up against the door. I don't know what he's seen or heard or smelled but apparently, he needs to head inside and regroup for awhile.

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