Puma eyeballs Prince through the window at night.
Prince is in the left lower corner watching Luna and Puma who fascinate him by their antics, indifference to him, and fearlessness regarding me, the human.
He's tentative copying their perches- not sure why they are on the porch or what direction he should look. They ignore him.
He ignores me. he fears me. He despises me it seems.
below is the cage where Prince spent his early days. That too was half the product of a kind stranger who brought it in his truck, going miles out of his way. When he offered to get the dog in, I had to explain, it was a cat, a wild one. He shared, after a pause, he too had wild cats but never fed them. They ate the mice on his farm. We left it at that.
No comments:
Post a Comment