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Caturday Pootie Diary: Neighborhood Watch [1]
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Date: 2025-09-13
“Freddie!” I called, walking down the stairs. “It’s time for your breakfast!”
I spotted him at the bottom of the stairs. We made eye contact, then he raced up the stairs and past me, all the way to the top.
“Where are you going?” I called after him.
He looked down at me from the landing.
“Don’t you want breakfast?”
In answer, he ran back down the stairs as fast as he could and directly into the kitchen.
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Once he had eaten, he joined me on the couch for his shot and treats. As I took care of that I asked him, “what’s the plan for today?”
He munched thoughtfully on his treats and once he swallowed he said, “I might watch the front yard for a while. There’s a crow that stands in the street and won’t move for the cars.”
I sat up a little straighter. “I saw that!” I said. “I had to drive around him when I got home from work yesterday. He was right in the middle of the street and didn’t move, even though I know he saw me.”
Freddie gave his paw a few licks, then ran it over his face. “That’s how it should be. No one should move for a human.”
“They should probably move for a car,” I said, dryly.
I petted him, but stopped when he shot a glare at me. He was still grooming and didn’t like the interruption. “Have you talked to him? Do you know why he’s doing that?”
“I don’t like to talk to the crows,” he said, pausing his bath. “They always try to give me shiny things.”
“I think that means they like you,” I said. With a sigh, I added: “I wish they’d give me shiny things.”
“Who needs shiny things?” Freddie demanded. “If I can’t eat it or sleep on it then it’s useless!”
"Do you think he’s sick?” I asked him.
“Nah,” he said, settling down finally. “Just old and stubborn.”
“He did seem stubborn last night,” I said, thinking back. He didn’t seem sick at all, just unbothered by the presence of my car.
We both thought about it for a while. I attempted to pet him again, and this time he allowed it.
“I guess you would know stubborn,” I said, finally.
“What does that mean?” he asked, frowning.
“Nothing,” I said, quickly.
"So besides watching the crow, any other plans? Sleeping and eating, I presume?”
“Naturally,” he said. “But the backyard is interesting too.”
“Lizards?” I asked, trying to remember the last time I’d seen one. It was late in the season for them.
“Squirrels,” he said. He thought about it for a moment. “Well, one squirrel.”
“The black one?” I asked. I’d seen it a few times, running along the back fence.
“Yes,” he said. “He seems to have decided that my backyard is his territory and chases off any other squirrels.” He shook his head. “Silly squirrel. It’s my territory.”
I wondered if it could be his when he only went out there supervised, but decided to keep that thought to myself.
"He might have to fight off a lot more,” I said. “There was a whole colony in the empty field down the street, but since they’ve started building a restaurant there I think they need to move.”
“You’ve seen them?” he asked, his eyes wide.
“I used to see them every time I drove past. There were a lot of them, but I haven’t seen them since they fenced everything off and put in a building for a restaurant.”
He thought about this. “They should have left it for the squirrels,” he said.
“I agree,” I said. That corner has been undeveloped the whole time we’ve lived in this city. It really didn’t need developed now.
He squinted at me, suspicious. “Are you going to eat there when it opens?” he asked.
I shook my head. “It’s a Chick-Fil-A. I don’t eat there.”
“Good,” he said. “Justice for the squirrels!”
“And for the LGBTQIA plus community,” I added.
“Them too!” he agreed, enthusiastically.
"It sounds like you have a full day of critter watching ahead of you,” I said.
“Should be fun,” he said on a yawn.
I looked at my watch. “I have to go if I want to spend time in the gym before work. I’m sorry.”
He laid his head down and closed his eyes. “I need a nap before it gets too bright outside,” he said. “Go. Leave me like you always do.”
“Ouch,” I said, laughing and getting up. “Sleep good!”
“Always do,” he murmured, already half gone.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! The crow is fine and as far as I know only did that to me that one time this week. He didn’t appear ill or injured at all, just stubborn and unafraid of people or our machines. I love the neighborhood murder and always watch for them when I drive down my street, so he was in no danger from me.
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