She's not my cat. Corsa lives next door, but she drops in here every day for a snack. If the weather's bad, she stays a while, napping in a chair or on a shelf by the door. Today she decided to extend her territory.
She found a basket on top of the fridge, knocking over my miniature Christmas tree on the way, pushed aside the (luckily fake) plant inside, and settled in.
"Nice! Thanks, I like this basket!" |
But then I got out the camera and there was more exploring to do:
"Nah, I don't think I'd be comfortable here." |
A bit more exploration, a snack to keep up the energies, and she left. Time to go home for supper.
Chia, reflecting on the effontry of some youngsters! |
She'll be back. And it was time to put away that mini-tree anyhow.
Pero abrí una puerta para sacar la cámara, y tuvo que bajar para explorar de nuevo. (Foto #2) — No, este sitio no me queda bien. — Y dió vuelta, fue a comer un poco más para mantener las energías, y se fue. Ya era hora de cenar en su propia casa. Mañana regresará.
Foto #3: Chia, la gata de la casa, pensando en lo descarado que son los gatos jóvenes hoy en dia.
Ye gods! Chia is polite! Sporran would have driven the intruder out with Banshee wails and uncouth invective.
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