Today it is rainy and cool. This guy must have been hungry to swim the creek and come scavenging at my pile of critter feed at two in the afternoon. Which I suppose as he is a critter, it's his feed also. I've seen him or his kinfolk in the yard before this time of day. I think he gets stuck on this side of the creek (there is an island across the creek where he/they live) by high tide and gets hungry enough to come raid the bird/squirrel feed.
He calmly munched on the corn, nervously watched by Papa Bluebird, and then scuttled his butt back through the gate to the creek.
Reason number one why the kittens are not allowed to go outside.
Loki sez: I could've made friends with him, you don't know.
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It was "Dark Eyes" and, yes, he did live in the house.
Yes. Don't know where Scuttlebutt came from. Mom said he used to steal hairpins off people's heads.
Peoples? That would have been your great grandma, Anna Jane Sanders Nimitz! She was not amused and thus the banishing of Dark Eyes. Seriously, she was a woman who believed 'idle hands were the devils workshop' so she always had knitting,crocheting, tatting or something in her hands when she sat. She wore her hair in a bun. Dark Eyes would creep up the back of the chair, and stealthy take the pins from her bun. Apparently it was so stealthy, that she or no one else noticed until the last pin was pulled and her hair fell down! And we had to get rid of Dark Eyes.
Dearest Auntie D - next time you are in town, I want you, mom, a couple bottles of wine and a tape recorder in one room.
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