Why Can’t We be Friends?

More than anything else, Elsie wants to be best friends with Ace.

More than anything else, Ace wants nothing to do with Elsie.

This has led to an eternal struggle for love and for space between two of our furry children. Yet, Elsie has been making some progress.

They have a while yet to figure it all out, but here is to hoping they do eventually figure it all out…


Otto and the Birdhouse

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.


The Cat on the Roof

Elsie ate my book.

We just moved houses.

Writing this has been a fun escape from party planning, house organising, and mourning the loss of a book before its prime.

From the desk of King Otto:

I have taken to enjoy the view from the High Place. It is accessible only if you climb the giant scratching post near the room with no high walls. Once you reach the top of the scratching post, you can jump on to the shiny ground. It makes a lot of noise when you walk, even if you walk as lithe as possible. From the loud, shiny ground the dark and expansive High Place is just a small bounce away. The High Place can get too hot when the fire in the sky is bright, but on a grey day like today, it is the best place to view the realm below.

From this vantage point, the feathered snacks do not notice me and are easier to observe and catch. But today, I am not hunting. As I view everything the light touches, I feel the heavy weight of responsibility to keep my family and servants safe from harm. I prowl across the edge of the High Place and see a giant animal, black and white spotted, which seems only to threaten my borders. I decide it is not worth the effort and return to looking at more immediate threats. Something moves in the bushes on the edge of my country.

Quickly, I drop down: Loud Place, Scratching Post, ground, and a dead sprint to the bushes. I pounce on the threat before it knows to be worried. My prey had no chance when I saw him from so far away. I flick my tail and strut.

My brother, however, is not so pleased that I have attacked him while he stalked a feathered snack.