Meera tracked an ant today, from high up on a window of all places, all the way down to the living room floor...and across to the kitchen, back to the tile of the entranceway. She'd sniff it and sniff it, and bat at it. She'd watch until it almost made it under the chair, then roll him back out.
I watched for a very long time (who needs tv when there are CATS?), and reminded myself that this dance is part of the natural order...and that the ant was probably a bachelor ant who was getting too old to avoid rooms with cats...and that maybe he had already lost a leg or two before Meera found him...he was tired of hobbling around, no longer able to carry 30 times his own weight. Yes, he was ready to enter that ant-hill in the sky...
He's gone now.
2 comments:
You're probably going to love this other blog i came across once... the writer's a cat person too. :-))
have a look.
animesanzo.blogspot.com
yes they dearly love "bushmeat"...my husband used to say when we lived in Hawaii and got on this subject "ummm...gecko...the other white meat..." our cats eat anything that moves
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