|A Sugar Ant|
I came home from a long weekend away to find my cats waiting for me and looking hungry. It doesn’t matter what arrangements you have made to feed them, a cat or cats will always stand before you, swaying with weakness, uttering faint cries of distress (as their distended bellies, caused by overly solicitous cat-sitters, sway gently from side to side, rather like those of sugar ants).
At any rate, I returned, counted noses, said hello, made certain they had food put out for them, and did a circuit of the house, checking to see that all was well. Aside from the cries of the starving hordes, all was well.
|Dead Mouse. RIP. Caption by Frida|
Then I found this:
Now, I don’t think animals are stupid, though I suspect the brain power of a lobster isn’t terribly high. But you might think that a species that is always getting nailed by hawks, owls, weasels and cats might have some way of communicating the notion that a certain place is not necessarily the best one to slip inside and take a snooze.
Hoboes had a sign that indicated that a generous woman lived in a house:
|“Stay away from THIS place!!”|
You would think that mice or voles or other such would have a similar sign that warns travelers off:
I’m not sure who left the love token, whether Frida (getting old at 9),
|Frida, age 9|
Orlando (in the Special forces but a bit of a doofus,
Myself, I was busy doing battle with some poison ivy that strayed into my yard. Wonder Woman (yours truly) is fine.