Just the cat

I'm taking liberties with a garden blog by posting just about a cat. I could justify it by saying she shares the garden with me but "share" is the wrong word when she views me as some sort of inadequate servant/prey substitute.
She insists she has to drink outside. Water inside, from the tap, is not good enough. I suppose, she has a point, tap water is chlorinated and probably offends her delicate taste buds BUT she has rules for what she drinks outside. It has to be water from a particular plastic jug. There are plenty of vessels, bird baths, plastic buckets around the garden and even a water bowl especially for her, all filled with exactly the same rain water but none of them are good enough.

If I haven't kept her plastic jug filled with water, she sticks her head right to the bottom and makes a huge drama about being Very Thirsty, in fact Dying of Thirst, trying Really Hard to lick a few precious drops from the bottom. All this with a massive water feature two inches from her parched head and a water bowl right beneath her.

As I've mentioned before, her other garden pleasure is ambushing me. It doesn't seem to matter that the larch has dropped all it's needles, she still thinks she's invisible. I watched her doing the head wiggle that means she's about to pounce but wasn't quick enough to catch her taking off , so here she is just coming in, ears back, tail arched, for a quick ankle swipe.

Finally she may think she's Queen of the garden but the birds have other ideas.

What self respecting cat walks round with bird poo on her back?

One nil to the birds I think.