It would never behoove me to call my cat stupid. She maneuvers her life with verve and seems to have all the tools she'll need.
I was castigated after an earlier column mentioned that she'd been declawed. I really don't find her defenseless for she can bite with the best of them.
She climbs trees (and goes so very high) with an alacrity I envy. She is a supreme huntress doing her best to rid us of pesky mice and chipmunks. She even occasionally gets a rabbit, probably close to her diminutive size. Only the birds remain safe (Well ... Minor's the problem there) but I certainly have no complaints on that score.
After many years of hissing and complaining loudly, she and Minor have come to a truce. It involves nose-to-nose greetings and he allows her to eat in peace.
Well, that rule holds for cat food at least.
Being the amazing huntress she is, she is still a cat with the cat tendency to unfortunately return to the house with her prey. Cat people have assured me it's a gift and I do thank her bounteously when another mouse is decapitated.
It's her interaction with Minor that has me stymied. Is she bringing treats or is she simply too dense to learn step one inevitably leads to step two, in this case, step two being the loss of her dessert.
I should add that, while having a dog door has made life easier - and a little lazier - for me, Minor quickly learned that that's the fastest route out whenever he wants to skedaddle. Seldom can I get to the door to close it before he's gone.
All well and good ... most of the time.
Only Beauty now tends to pay a nocturnal visit at the glass door, frequently with prey in hand. Well, mouth.
Minor, at my feet just inches away, has no trouble seeing her outside. (Often in fact he'll cry to tell me she wants in when I remain unaware of the feline presence.)
I suppose most are mice. It's dark, number one, and it's gone before I can get a good look for Minor has observed the movement and is out the door and on the little animal before I can stop him. As if there were anything I could do at that point.
Minor gets a treat (and bad breath) and Beauty must be left wondering what happened.
Once I could understand. Twice, maybe. But night after night?
I saw her take something under the deck one time when she heard the dog coming. But she was younger then and Minor lacked his quick exit.
I don't know.
Stupid? Naive? Slow to learn?
Or is she simply lackadaisical, knowing her supply is unlimited?
I suppose she could be bringing those morsels as a love-offering for Minor.
Then again, who is the wise one? And where does that leave me?
Susan Crossett is a Cassadaga resident. Send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org