An interloper enters the realm of the Chelsea Grays, caught by the camera's eye slinking in like a tiger amongst the indoor potted plants summering at the edge of the terrace.
Constrained by their tethers out on the lawn east of the terrace, Tiny and Baby are on high alert, frustrated at not being able to take action to oust the unwanted visitor.
A moment of joy for the battle-scarred tom as he happens upon a catnip plant set out upon a table on the terrace this morning preparatory to being planted out front for maximum sun and good drainage. The puddy grabs the entire plant, complete with soil ball, and wrestles it to the ground. Like night and day, the contrast between a predatory feline scouting out unfamiliar turf and a catnip-mellowed pussycat laid back and just enjoying being a cat.
Once the intruder had had his fill and moved on to other fields, Tiny and Baby moved back into the area for a full gathering of evidence -- meeping everything in sight -- and thorough analysis of future threats. Had they not been held back by their tethers, they would have quickly dispatched the evil doer beyond the pale.
Update: Mira of The Oubliette slips a Freudian question into the 70th Carnival of the Cats: "What does a cat want."
Poor sorry-looking kitty. Is it a stray?
Posted by: andophiroxia | July 25, 2005 at 02:16 AM
Oh that evil, evil plant!
Posted by: Kris | July 29, 2005 at 10:18 AM