Feb 02 2013
Free Range
The worst thing about getting up at 5:30 in the morning – other than, you know, the getting up at 5:30 in the morning thing – is that it takes so long to get light enough to let the boys go out and play. Audrey, as the undisputed winner of “Survivor: Hooterville”, is allowed to go out in the pre-dawn (and post-sunset) darkness, but the boys have to wait until it’s light enough outside that I’m pretty sure the Monsters have clocked out.
Roscoe often gives up and goes back to bed. Roscoe is very clever at finding cozy nests to nap in, and his latest discovery is the pillows on the bed – he sits on top of them. He also sleeps under the covers with me almost every night, especially because it’s been so cold lately.
Clyde, on the other hand, usually perches on the heater until his patience runs out. Then it’s time to start clawing the couch and or rug, with maybe some jumping on the counter action thrown in for variety. He’s always anxious to go out in the morning, even though he’s usually the first one in at night, with an eye to the welcome home treats and dinner.
The other day, one of Mark’s chickens came by to say hello:
It was interesting to see how the cats reacted. Roscoe, in keeping with his ultra cool character, merely observed the intruder:
No point in getting all excited about a chicken.
Clyde, on the other hand, got ready to pounce:
But the chicken eluded him.
Audrey the Enforcer swung into action:
She ran the chicken off her territory and then sat on the porch in the sun, having a victory bath. Earlier that day, she had reared up on her back legs like a little bear and growled and clawed at poor Luna, who ran away in horror. Luna is about 75 pounds’ worth of dog, and Audrey is the size of her head. Go figure.
3 Responses to “Free Range”
Audrey has taken charge to be the guardian of its territory and will not let anyone invade her space, she after all is the elder and does her job well.
Did I miss the reason you were up at such an ungodly hour?
Whenever I’m up then, it’s almost always for conference calls with people on the East Coast. I can get them done before heading to the jobette. It’s too late by the time I get home. Gotta fit ’em in somehow!