As we head off on our Monday morning walk we pass Black C-A-T asleep under an oak by the far gate. I prepare for a howling but Sophie trots out of the gate in silence - serenely oblivious to the intruders presence. The family diva can smell a croissant at two kilometres and is usually driven to distraction if a feline presence even thinks of wandering onto her territory but this morning nothing. Not a peep. Figure that one out.
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Sophie's croissant skills make me think of a little girl I saw yesterday. She was around 2 years old, waddling along the pedestrian street after her mother. They came around a corner and the girl stops and points down the street. "Glace! Là-bas! Glace!" Indeed, there's an ice cream shop down the street, but it was closed (pandemic/winter/Sunday afternoon). Hilarious. Years ago, I was babysitting and driving my very young charge somewhere. "This is the McDonald's street," she announced, and it was, although a the golden arches were a good two miles away. Like PONs, kids sense what is important.
Maybe she's starting to warm up to the C-A-T? At least he is smaller than a cow.
Bertie thinks one ca never be too careful with cows or C-A-T-s...
Are you sure Sophie hasn't got a touch of Labrador in her? The lure of food, to the extent of even ignoring a C-A-T is very much a Lab. trait.
I don't know if Inca has ever seen a cow, but certainly not in the last six years since I've had her. She was a failed five year old breeding Lab. at a kennels down south, and we offered to give her a forever home. They have cows in Andalucia, so she might have seen one, but there's no such thing up here - unless it's neatly packaged in plastic in the supermarket chiller. She has enough issues with pesky barking male dogs, so a cow would really freak her out!
I'm impressed by the C-A-T's determination to spend it's nights at the ROF in spite of the fact that discovery by Sophie means fleeing for safety in the morning. It must think it's scored a small victory today by being ignored.
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