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I know it seemed like there was only one cat making frequent…er… visits to our garden, but the truth is we have a plethora of them, both strays and from our neighbors. In the summer we are plagued by slugs. In winter, cats.

Today another frequent visitor, let’s call her Ginger, stopped by to…..er…. visit the piggies. Ginger is very fluffy, playful, and cute. At first she pretended to roll around in the sun……

Sunning himself quite happily

Keeping an eye on the piggies?
But of course we all know she only wants one thing…..

Mudbud faints
Like its larger relatives, Ginger waits patiently…… while I sit freezing on the floor, camera in hand…. When the piggies finally notice her, Mudbud faints. Or falls asleep. It’s hard to tell.

Ginger makes his move
And then! She moves in for the kill…..

Trying to get in
Cat: “Erm, little pigs, little pigs, let me in!”
Piggies: “Squeak!”

Pretending to sleep
Cat: “Hmmmm, I got it! Maybe if I pretend to be asleep they will come out.”

Cat: “Nope! They’re just too yummy! Come here little pigs!”

Come here little piggies....
Piggies: “Can someone help us out here? We are so NOT having fun.”

What are you staring at?
At this point the Shnufflebubby started shrieking: “My piggies! My piggies!” leading Ginger the Cat to give us a long, hard stare…. walk towards us to stare some more…… and jump over the garden wall.

Hasta la vista, kitty cat!

(This story is brought to you by: Too Much Sugar in the Cookies, with cameo appearances of: Our Laundry)


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This cat. This cat.

I know it’s not a proper sentence. But this cat.

He seemed pretty harmless in the beginning. He liked to sun himself on the trellis outside our window. We would often find him sleeping there, or gracefully tiptoeing around our garden walls.

When the piggies were younger, he tried to sneak into the house (presumably to eat them). But he was foiled and it never happened again.

Then we got complacent and would let the piggies out everyday to run around in the backyard. For a few months they enjoyed it tremendously, always clucking happily when they were let out in the morning and hiding like mad when it was time to come in in the evenings.

Then on New Year’s Eve day, I popped my head out the door just to check on them and who should I see but this cat. This cat. All balled up and ready to pounce on the tender, poofy, and presumably very juicy Spartacus (squeak!). A few moments and a lot of hand waving, stomping and yelling later, this cat jumped from the ground and over the garden wall, but not before giving me a ‘WTF?!?” look. There goes his New Year’s meal.

A few days ago I caught him sleeping outside the window again. He gave me another nasty look when he heard the camera clicking, then he winked. He. Winked.

Cats are devious.

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