This morning we got up at 5 and got ready to head for Death Valley. I opened the front door to gather some firewood for the stove and Raven shot out like he was on fire. Weird. Raven, the cat, is usually meowing for food every morning at the first sign of human movement. If he’s not fed first, there’s no way he is ready to go outside. I was mystified.
On Thursday we went through the routine of getting ready for the trip. We gathered the stuff to take with us and loaded the truck with containers to protect our cargo in case it rained. Our neighbor, Sandy, the only one in the whole valley who wasn’t going to Hilary’s baby shower, was shown how to take care of the two old horses we feed every day. I had prepared the cat’s dish by centering it in a pan filled with water to keep ants from getting to his two day’s worth of food. This was the routine: Give the cat enough food to survive. Give the cat enough water to survive. Keep the cat indoors to protect him from elephants.
But the cat decided that this routine really stinks, and shot out the door pronto. He can survive very well eating birds, mice, gophers.
But the mystery is—what triggered his odd behavior? Is he reading our minds? We are truly mystified.
No comments:
Post a Comment