There are three resident cats at Farview. Ralph and Celeste are strictly indoor cats, and Missy is outdoors. However, lately, since she's been eating on the deck, she's having second thoughts about her lifestyle. She's been haunting doors and windows and, if she's there when I go out to fill her dish, she's come close to stepping inside. "Um, no, little girl, that's not a good idea." I don't know how Celeste would take it, but Ralph has become very territorial. He follows her movements on the deck and growls and hisses if she comes too close. Yesterday he was knocking things off shelves and windowsills, all the while telling Missy to "Go away! Go away now!" Missy, as only cats can, ignored him, driving Ralph to distraction. Michael doesn't seem to care one way or the other. I wouldn't mind a third cat in the house, but I don't think these three would play nice.
Yesterday Camille called. She had received a frantic call from another neighbor woman, saying that two strange men were walking around and she didn't know them and, "Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!" (Shades of Lost In Space, 1965.) It was a lovely morning and Michael and I took advantage of it to sit on the deck and soak up some sun, something Bessie Anne and I used to enjoy. Soon two men went walking up Irish Acres, talking and laughing, certainly nothing furtive. They were simply walking their dog! The world has become so suspicious now. People are having to work from home and so-called strangers are probably long-time neighbors that just haven't been seen during the week. It's a new reality.
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