Predator and prey

 

An open door invites the mewing cries of not one but 3 neighbourhood cats.

 

Shooing successfully evicts the kittens from my territory, but moma cat she ain’t going nowhere.

 

I give her my best ‘evil, cat hater’ stare, she stares back harder…

 

I hiss and boo and stomp and flap, she sits…

 

I step out of the door, she circles me like a lion circling its prey…

 

I hiss and boo and stomp and flap some more and still she sits…

 

And stares…

 

Boy, can she stare…

 

I tire before she does and head to sit in my favourite spot, only to be joined a moment later…

 

She paces back and forth, mewing and purring, moving around my flipflops and examining them with interest…

 

I feign nonchalance, all the while my nerves on edge as she prowls and mews…

 

I try to stand, she beats my feet to my chosen piece of ground…

 

I swerve sideways, there she is again…..

 

mewing expectantly, staring intently…

 

 

I stand my ground – this is my home now!

 

Determined to startle her away I throw an empty plastic bottle in her direction…

 

She affords it no more than a glance before coming over to weave her way in and out of my feet once more…

 

I sit again and turn back to my book…

 

She looks…

 

She mews…

 

She purrs…

 

She prowls…

 

And after a while she wanders slowly away.

 

For now I am free of my predator…

 

But for how long? Who knows.

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