DIXIE AND ME |
She immediately headed toward a dark blob in the left-front corner of the deck. I couldn't tell what the blob was until it said "meow." It was the mostly black cat (with some white on its belly) that we've encountered before.
Dixie moved toward the cat, but I pulled her away. We don't want vet bills for stray claw marks.
The weird thing is that the cat just lay there casually. It never moved a muscle that I could tell.
Dixie went into the grass and did what she needed to do; and I brought her inside.
I looked back, and the cat was still sprawled there.
The other day, I walked onto the carport and saw a white streak going past the carport at high warp speed. I have to assume it was a white cat that I have seen in a neighbor's yard.
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