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Yesterday late afternoon after Midnight had been sheltering in the shade of my garden, he came on the swing and sat next to me. We just sat there for a bit. Then in came amber-eyed ginger cat, Merlin Number 1. He doesn't come in the garden, or anywhere near me, if I am obviously outside doing stuff. But, I had been sitting quietly on the swing half an hour or so, very gently swinging, just looking out into the garden just as Midnight was doing.
It was though he hadn't seen me. I had already given Midnight his supper as I was tired, and I was going to lock up soon and go to bed. And so there were a couple of other bowls of food for the other cat diners. They were right besides my feet, just under the swing seat. I am still gently swinging the swing. And as if I were not there, Merlin Number 1 just came up to the bowls and ate. I was curious of what Midnight's face looked like when the other strays were feeding under him, because I only ever see him from my bedroom window and his back is to me then. And it is like he is overseeing the other stray diners eat, as if he were the chef that was pleased and happy that people were enjoying the food that was provided. Midnight actually looks happy the other strays are eating.
I am still surprised that Merlin Number 1 is eating while my feet are inches from him and I am immediately above him. So, I clear my throat, just to say I am there. But Midnight turns his head and stares at me, as if to say, 'You don't do that.' And the ginger cat still doesn't acknowledge my presence. He completely ignores both Midnight and I as if we did not exist. And when he has finished half of the food, he always leaves food for another stray cat, he then turns round and walks away, again as if neither Midnight nor I exist.
Creative today is a photo I took of The Duke of Lancaster, put in the Tiny Planets app, and then the silhouettes added.
Another hot day here it seems.
Definitely time for another cuppa.
The regular birds are all still around, but doing different routines now. It was the nesting time and babies that seemed to put them in very regular routines and times for what they did and their behaviour. Apart from the blackbird pair (Mrs found her new hubby, after that good for nothing hubby she had before), there is Mr Sparrow, who is the father of Little Miss (teenage sparrow), who has also has ditched his partner (the mother that attacked Little Miss quite viciously) and the mother sparrow is not around any more. I thought birds generally mated for life. Obviously not, they want the best mates possible for the continuation of the species, or to anthromorphize a more pleasant other half to spend their time with.
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