Visitors
I think the universe likes balance. It sent us another cat to replace the one we lost. The newest one, much like the old one, eats and hangs out. No touching allowed. It mostly runs when I appear, although lately it has taken to simply moving a safe distance away and watching me talk to it. Yesterday it lay in the pasture grass across the fence while I sat on the back porch. I talked; it listened. Of course, there’s a high likelihood the new cat actually has a home, because outside cats are promiscuous eaters. So, I might be getting ahead of myself in calling it a replacement.
On the bird front I’ve discovered that the fire ants have decided they like bird feed, and a Eurasian Collared Dove has come calling. Both are invasive species. I could eat the dove, but the ants are way too tiny to provide any meaningful protein. Besides, I’ve given up on the idea of invasive species. I think it’s natural for plants and animals to move around and find new homes. I’m pretty sure that's how we ended up with plants and animals in the first place. They went looking for food and a nice place to live.
And speaking of visitors, I’ve noticed they’re tearing down the east wing of the White House to build a ballroom. Seems an odd thing to do in the middle of a budget crunch, why is that ballroom more important than funding medical research? Maybe we’re going to have big parties to make up for it, although even though it’s the People’s House, I doubt I'll get an invite. Of course, I could hang out on their lawn like the new cat, but I doubt they’d put out any food for me, or ask me to come inside.