Sunday, December 08, 2013
Legends of the Guardian
The IceBear, great guard cat of the house. Here he is guarding the rubbish on the floor and filling up the vacant space in front of the heater.
Last night he was at his usual outdoor post at the front gate, hiding behind the black mesh because he doesn't think anyone can see him. I could until twilight disappeared.
When I heard clinking in the kitchen I just thought he'd come in for a snack before guard duty again. Ah, that would be no, he's still at the front gate and mummy possum and baby were munching away in the kitchen. Baby nibbling the turkey and mummy scoffing kitty kibble and these are horse size kibble bits.
They both shot out of the house and up the apple tree so I cut up some apples and threw them out of the door. I would have gone out and put them nicely under the tree except for the spider who had spun a web from the apple tree to the recycle bin and up to the spouting. So I had to throw very gently to the tree so I wouldn't break the web.
WonderBlunder comes around the corner and goes for the apple, I mean, food is food. And finds himself nose to nose with mummy possum. He runs....the wrong way. He goes all the way around the house to where he started and comes in the back door to an empty dish which I get to fill again.
The night before, on guard duty again, he doesn't notice the black fuzzy cat sneak down and come in the back door and start on his food until I roared.
And did I say I thought the huntsman spider was a fast mover, roaming the house and claiming territory? I picked him up in the bedroom and popped him outside. Found the other one in the laundry, much bigger and now disappeared. Believe me the washing is getting a good shake before going in the machine because if I open the lid and some shiny squeaky clean bloody huntsman throws himself at me, I won't make Christmas.