“Whatcha lookin’ at?” I asked Freddie, noticing he was staring with some intensity at the ground in front of the back door.
“Human, hush,” he whispered, not turning to look at me.
“Ah,” I said, wisely. “Hunting.”
“Shh!”
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I went about my business, straightening up the house and putting together the stuff I needed to bake some cinnamon rolls, letting Freddie be as he watched...whatever he was watching. He was having a good time, and that was what mattered.
“Where did I put the broom?” I muttered looking around.
As if in response, Freddie let out a loud chatter.
I walked over to him. “What’s out there?” I asked again.
He chattered again.
I leaned over him to look.
There was a tiny lizard on the ground beneath the window, doing little lizard push-ups, totally oblivious to the furry death just behind a flimsy screen door.
“Are you going to get that lizard?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, his entire body tensing up.
I bent down to scratch his back and he shook me off. “Hunt good,” I said, straightening and turning my back on him.
“I hunt the best,” I heard him mutter.
I looked back in time to see him wiggle his butt and then lunge forward, slamming his weight against the door.
The lizard dashed safely into the bushes.
“Did you hurt yourself?” I asked, reaching down to smooth his fur.
“Of course not,” he sniffed, raising his spine to meet my hand. “I’m the best hunter.”
“You are!” I agreed. “You really scared that lizard!”
Freddie turned back to the door. “I better watch in case it comes back,” he said. He walked away from me, my hand skimming his back and down his tail as he moved.
“I should get back to work,” I said, sitting down on the couch and picking up my book. “And I will. In a minute.”
At the door, Freddie kept watch.
“Ooooh,” Freddie cooed. I looked up from my book and saw that a half dozen small birds were hopping around just in front of the window. There was a bird feeder attached to that window and the messy birds always tossed the seed out of it. The little birds liked to take advantage.
“Are there birds out there?” I wondered.
Freddie chattered.
“Do you see those birds?” I asked.
“Ack-ack-ack!” Freddie responded.
“Do you want to eat those birds?” I checked.
He ignored me, intent on his hunt.
Freddie watched, the birds ignored him completely, and I sat, working up the will to get back to work. “I really don’t care for cleaning,” I told Freddie.
“Human. Later.”
“Right,” I said, nodding. I slapped my palms against my thighs and stood.
The birds scattered.
“Oh! I’m sorry, Freddie,” I said, feeling bad for spoiling his fun.
“I sure scared them,” he said, turning to me, his chest puffed out with pride.
“Um. Oh, yeah! You sure did!”
Later, we cuddled on the couch. The house was cleaner than it had been in the morning, if not exactly clean, and the cinnamon rolls were baking.
“Did you have a good day?” I asked him, idly petting his fur.
“I had such a good day,” he gushed. “There were a hundred lizards that I chased off — “
“I think it was just the one and he was very little — “
“And then the house was attacked by giant birds and I scared them so bad they’ll never try that again — “
“They were pretty small too — “
“The house is safe as long as I’m here,” he concluded.
“It sure is,” I agreed, pulling him closer. “But you know,” I added, “Spring is coming and there’s going to be a lot more wildlife out there.”
“Ooooh!” he said. “I can’t wait!”
Happy Caturday, Peeps! We are indeed starting to see lizards in the yard, and that means winter is almost done!