Just as in days so long ago, I had made some shelves in my basement using good tidy bricks with a board across and perhaps another stack of bricks for the second shelf. I had gotten modern and used 12 inch patio blocks for the first tier and then bricks for the second. Hey, it worked. When Orlin and I lived in Texas it was “shabby scheek.” Today my Fleet and Farm wagon came out in the rain and loaded bricks from the basement.
Guess who noticed the back door was propped? Out of nowhere Snuggles was fast enough that I just saw the tip of his tail as he beat feet up the entry steps. I decided to stay on the task and worry about him later. Worse case scenario, Snuggles would jump up on Dennis while he was napping in his recliner and give him a nudge. I got the wagon loaded and pulled into the potting shed for unloading and then went to find our fine feline.
Snuggles is an amazing cat that was left in a cardboard box next to the Waste Management bin during some very cold temps. If we had not been late putting out our garbage, Snuggles would have frozen to death. The veterinarian thought he was about six week old. Now that he is two, this summer his passion has been catching squirrels, baby bunnies and some rather large bunnies. Neighbor Jan was an eye witness to him stalking a squirrel and catching it. Once the deed is done he leaves the deceased and is satisfied.
I never have a camera when one is warranted. The day Snuggles took a bunny for a walk was hilarious. He found the bunny and pounced. Rabbits and bunnies have a horrible scream. In a short time, he let the bunny go and trotted right along behind it . . . and then pounced. This went on for a very long time. Trot and pounce, trot and pounce. Talk about hunting for the sport of it. It has kept Dennis and I busy being on the lookout for the deceased critters. Every once in awhile we don’t know that he had been busy until the wind is from the right direction.
After coming in from the potting shed, I did find him in the basement . . . checking everything out. When I patted my knee he came to me and let me pick him and up and up the steps we went. He has all of his claws and yet knowing he was going to be evicted, the claws didn’t come out. I am quite sure, now that he has had several visits into the inner sanctum, we will need to watch what is awaiting beside the outside door as we come and go.