Otto spends his days outside. He typically can be spotted climbing trees, chasing Broadhead Skinks (shown below), or lounging on the deck.
Lately, he has been glued to the birdhouse in the side of our garden. The below photographs were taken over an hour and a half. (I was reading during this time. My animals are amusing and sometimes mesmerising, but I do not just watch them for hours on end. I am not that desperate for entertainment – most days.)
The previous owners said they found a Puff Adder (Eastern Hognose Snake) in the house last year. This story has been enough to stave off my curiosity. I keep away from the birdhouse as if it were dripping in poison that will kill you painfully, after one touch in moments. (If you know anything about snakes, you know how absurd my reaction to the story is. If not, here is why I am over-reacting. The hognose snake is not venomous to humans and has a very mild temper. Apparently, they are more likely to puff up and roll up as if dead when disturbed than attack.)
Donatello, the fearless ninja that he is, decided to show Otto there was nothing in the birdhouse in hopes that it would satiate his curiosity. He gathered Otto in his arms, went to the birdhouse (of satan, filled with snakes and poison – if you were to ask me), and hears movement.
Upon hearing movement, he puts Otto inside. The curiosity of the cat having been light aflame – the last thing his obsession needed was to be closer to the house. He opened the house and found a very happy family has moved into our garden.
And now, Otto will not leave the house alone. And, I am torn between being the parent of a serial killer or the champion of the bird family. After a lot of consideration, I believe I will let nature control the outcome of this particular affair. After all, the birdhouse was once home to the most terrifying of creatures. So, it is probably best I stay away. It could come back.