It was a warm fall day when a neighbor’s cat, in one bold leap, perched herself upon the ledge of a four-foot exterior deck. There she eyed suspiciously everything that moved a quarter of an inch within her sonar perimeter. Being a cat, she knew exactly when the sun would be at its best for a bit of a snooze. But first, she had to choose “just the right spot.”
Walking from one corner, she made a neat little tuck to the right, and continued around the corner to within three feet of a wall. With the precision only a cat possesses, she staked her claim. Pacing back-and-forth several times, she chose a spot where the sun’s rays shone directly on her back.
Tucking her tail neatly about her feet and arching her back in a perfect three-quarter circle, she was the perfect picture of peace and contentment. I am sure I heard her purr, “Ahhh.” But alas! A leaf fell from a tree limb above and drifted due north just past her and watched the intruder of her sanctuary descend to the ground below.
