Not a remake of a
horror story… but it is just as awful to hear. It’s the Boo in the early mornings howling deep guttural howls out the windows which is so not like him. At first we thought it was because we didn’t want to get up at 4:30 am to feed him, and spoilt baby that he is, he thinks he sets his own breakfast time. Not so Boo… and I refuse to get out of bed before the heat comes on at 6 am.
Then we thought he was howling at the birds while they were in the feeder out back… it wasn’t that. There is a interloper, another kitty is trying to commandeer his territory, even going so far as to sit on the bottom of the potting bench, where only the Boo sits and hopes for a silly bird to wander by. Indignant, poor Boo has been stuck inside howling at the kitty that shouldn’t be here, because we didn’t notice it sooner, bad Jane, bad bad Jane.
When I let him out he was across the yard and behind the shed like a shot. After a few minutes I worried he was gone, he’s never that long, and I was wandering around the yard in my housecoat… it was 6 am, shaking the cat food dish… here Boo… here kitty, kitty.
And finally he showed up, he had staked his territory, driven out the ones that shouldn’t have been there, and was determined to stand guard all day on the porch… he was one upset kitty.
At least until nap time. But there is always tomorrow.