Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Border Patrol


Every morning someone has to do border patrol. The felines have learned to wait and watch until the first quadrant is secure.


Olof does the back yard in front of the house and then makes his way around the fence while they watch him.

He's heading up the hill and at this point they go out, knowing the back section of the yard is safe for cats.


In hunting news, Harper brought in a poor little chipmunk one day and I rescued it. The next day he caught it again and sorry, killed it. I guess it didn't learn the lesson to stay on the other side of the fence like many of them do. Ramona then brought in another which she managed to get up to the bedroom and let it go. I still haven't found it so I think it got out, since we still have the door to the yard open most days. The cats are out from about 8 AM to 5 PM when they come running in to my whistle for dinner and crash out. It's a busy day here at Caturday.

10 comments:

Magoo, Smudge, Bella & Dolce said...

Please come to our Purrthday Party today.

I turn 3 and Baci turns 2.

Poppy Q said...

I does border control too on our property while my mum snoozes in bed.

sablonneuse said...

Gosh, I hope our cats learn to wait like that. Our fence is finished at last but their first impressions were that they were imprisoned rather than kept safe i think!

Jan's Funny Farm said...

Oh, poor chipmunk. He shouldn't have returned.

jenianddean said...

Nice to have a sentry to patrol the yard for the cats... It's so nice to have a safe outside and nice weather to enjoy.
--Jasper

Lux said...

Doing border patrol sounds like fun! Hope you all have a nice weekend!

The Guilty Orange said...
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Rose Kitty said...

Love your blog! Nice to find some loyal cat lovers!

Mouse said...

My nervous little white/tortoiseshell Minka discovered a bat's roost in France. Every night I'd go to bed to find a small baby bat crawling blindly over the covers. There appear to be no bats in Oxfordshire so she has to hunt my toes in bed instead. Good for the French bats, not so good for my antique quilt!