My girl cat Purrly, little Black panther with cat’titude has never accepted Junipurr the fluffy guy and has taught him to chase her by running whenever he comes within 20 feet of her.
This started when Junipurr was 6 weeks old – obviously a major threat given his size and fierce rrrroar…
The other day Junipurr turned up in the kitchen unexpectedly and Purrly was so outraged she hissssssed fiercely at him. So fiercely she dislodged a furr ball!
Have you ever seen a cat hissing and growling whilst also barrfing up a furr ball?
Junipurr was fascinated and kept looking from me to Purrly with a kind of ” what thu” expression on his furry face.
The moral of this story? Take a lesson from your “enemy” and chill out Purrly~Gurrly….
Purrly was eating her breakfast when a big Crow landed on the lawn.
She was surprised to see a bird as big as her and made of the same colour. She did not stalk it like she would have if he was a dove or a sparrow.
He stole her breakfast from right under her nose….
Then he flew onto the roof and looked down at her for awhile….
He wasn’t in a hurry to leave…
Then he flew to the tree and Purrly just sat there wondering where her breakfast had gone and who was the giant bird who took it?
I have been sorting out my artwork and had dozens of A3 plastic sleeves in various piles around the room. I went out for a coffee and when I returned, noticed that some of the sleeves had tiny little razor marks on them and were not in the same place.
I placed the hidden camera in my hands and found the culprit. Purrly playing “Enemy”….
It was raining yesterday afternoon and after the months of drought and over 10 days where the temperature reached 100oF a few months ago, the winter rains and green-sheen everywhere are very welcome in this desert state.
I was sitting under the back verandah with the two semi-homeless garden cats, Gabrielle- [Gabi] and her daughter Shima. You can see how gorgeous they are:
The garden was humming with rain drops and birds and leaves blowing down from the Cedar Trees
late autumn fall:
…and I remembered back to when I first moved in here and all I could see was a barren, dry patch of soil…
…..and how this piece of Mother Earths blank canvas taught me more about process, time, holding a vision, weeding and seeding, than I could ever have imagined when I first moved here during a trials-and-tribulations winter of discontent….
In our ‘outcomes’ driven, western society I learnt that the answers we are seeking about sustainable change and growth are to be found in Mother Nature’s process of Time, cycles and seasons….
……and how wonderful it is to create a room with out walls and a fireplace whose only chimney is the sky….
Adelaide in South Australia is traditionally named ‘Tandanya’ , home of the Red Kangaroo.
Living and growing and learning and sharing on traditional Aboriginal Land, Kaurna Country has its own special strand of environmental magic and possibility….As my good buddy Nungala reminds me:
“It can happen so much better and so much faster if you acknowledge the Ancestors and remember the Dreaming”…..
In my Christmas Day blog I posted an image of my Boy~Cat~Yami and his new found pleasure of laying on the discarded gold-paper wrapping. Click here to see him..
Purrl, the ragamuffin little Girl~ Cat has been watching with interest every time he moves because the paper is very crinkley and captures the light at certain angles.
Purrl is not much older than a kitten and Yami has 15 years on her…so she is definitely not the alpha~Girl she would like to be in their cat~pack of two.
Yami left the lounge room earlier and Purrl took the opportunity to pounce on to his golden~throne…
I knew that as soon as Yami returned to the room and saw Purrly in his spot, there would be one of those psychic dramas that only cats can do….lots of staring with ears flat and furrowed fur~brow and tail flashing…and as soon as I leave the room Yami would pounce her and evict her from his spot.
Purrl was purring way too much for me to be able to evict her, so I acted quickly and put out a new throne for Yam…
He came in shortly after and surveyed the couch…jumped onto the new Gold cushion and lay there staring at Purrly anyway, tail flashing and furrowed brow! I think he realised it was not his original cushion because there were no crinkly bits on there…and it was at the wrong end of the couch!
People who live with two strong willed felines will understand the politcats of this post!
