In my place, perched high in the trees, I have a great vantage point with which to view my new nemesis... deer.
You'll notice, however, that my human's father put a gate on the steps. I suppose it's better than being locked behind the glass door. At least now, as I stare into the eyes of my prey, learning how they think, I'll also be able to smell their fear.
The day was mine. And they don't even know it.
2 comments:
hey Pancho, good luck! I am enjoying catching up on your endeavors while I am neglecting my laundry duties.
Glad to hear it. Give that youngest child of yours a big ol' snuggle from me.
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