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09 July 2016 @ 10:45 pm
While my actual kitties are somewhat accustomed to our summer weekend absences, the wildlife is not so attuned. When I got home after today's 10 hour rehearsal, one of the younger tree kitties* came racing up to the back door and pressed her paws to the glass, ready for treats. I cracked the door, holding out a piece of granola bar.

Tree Kitty approached. Hesitated. Approached. Backed away.

Peed. Looked at me, clearly pained by her social faux pas. Peed some more. Retired to the paving stones, sat down, uncertain as to how to proceed.

I set the granola bar on the back step and closed the door. She bounded over, scooped up the treat, and - very carefully avoiding the trail of pee - made for the woods.

Mildly amusing anecdote aside, it occurs to me: flailing. Social anxiety. Inappropriate pee. Desire for treats overcoming all of these things. Yup; pretty sure I am a tree kitty.

*on the slight chance you don't already know, tree kitty = squirrel
harpiegirl4harpiegirl4 on July 10th, 2016 01:59 pm (UTC)
Inappropriate pee: not just for tree kitties...
Peregrinejperegrine on July 12th, 2016 02:48 pm (UTC)
So what you're saying is that you are actually a superhero.

fanccifancci on July 13th, 2016 05:01 am (UTC)

...basically all wild and tame animals which are not dogs, horses, cows, sheep, goats, llamas, or alpacas get called "kitty" in my head, and sometimes aloud, so thanks for sharing pictures of the tree kitties! :D
Amandaswimhappy on July 13th, 2016 08:43 pm (UTC)