A subtle swaying of the hips, a slightly arched back, and a simple yet sultry walk was how she made her entrance. Not that we needed to see her confidently make her way across the sun-dappled ground. Oh no, the four-footed one took care of announcing her arrival as no one else can!
Every day around the same time this confident cat decides that our garden is her ideal stalking ground. She sashays her way into the open spaces without a care in the world. She struts around the edges of the garden with the confidence of a girl who knows her heart.
All the while, the four-footed one goes crazy in the house. She shakes with excitement and something else while she watches the cat invade the space. We keep four-feet in the house because the cat, while beautiful, is mean. We just aren’t sure what the two of them would do to each other if they got together. We also aren’t in a hurry to find out what the outcome would be.
So the four-footed one watches and announces, while we try to keep the barking to a minimum. Is this a case of an age-old relationship playing out daily in the garden? Or is this a case of the dog simply not liking the cat upon sight?