May 12, 2022

 

Diva, self-appointed Protector of the Realm, since discovering a cat under our car one recent bedtime walk has been on constant alert for new intrusions. And her determination has found a mark. The new nemesis to hold at bay with her obsessive warnings and threats is the quiet little cat that seems to live on the second floor of the apartment building behind our yard. The cat can be seen peering through its patio door and sometimes that same door is left ajar so that kitty can sit on the balcony.

Diva never tires of dashing out to the yard if she senses the cat is visible and standing face craned upward to sing a forceful aria meant to instill terror. The cat just stares without reaction. This seems to provoke Our Girl to even higher notes and longer trills.

I know when Bailey comes to look at me that it is time to call in the POTR...which she ignores. "Bai," I ask my peacekeeper, "would you do us and the entire neighborhood a favor and herd your sister back inside?"

I do not know the words she uses but they are magic. Diva follows her right inside through the dog door. They both take long drinks of water and then settle down to catch their breaths. Later Bailey comes over for a momma hug and the silently slipped "Thank You" cookie.