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The percussive rain beats
In castanets pouring down
On metal roof which repeats
In impatient feline sound
October storms appearing
To boldly steal from her
Subtle peeps and squeaks fearing
Her determined autumn hunt
Eye to determined eye
Reflected in door's glass
Her own visage espy
And beyond porch and grass
Enemies of ancient feud
No vendetta could surpass
Green to red leaves hued
Watch battlelines amass
The master of the pine tree
His furry taunting tail
Running down the trunk's lee
Sees her housebound jail
The détente of shining glass
False harmony imposes
No matter angry vocals
Of enmity she discloses
The feinting which the rain permits
Down the sweep of tree
Then from battlefield she quits
After catching illusioned prey
She disregards the plaudits
Of the tenets of the place
As her daring acrobatics
Bring smiles to their face
A thousand hunts unended
Burn fierce within her chest
Soon every chase suspended
As she dreams them all in rest
Then hunter becomes hunted
Curled in her cozy bed
With half angry indignant purring
When they kiss her little head
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@Arahant
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So cute! I'm trying to get a formerly outdoor cat used to being an indoor cat with little success, so we go through this little charade several times a day. And I definitely hear half indignant purring!
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My family, from 1976 until 1990, had a very adaptable cat who looked very much like the one here. Fluffy moved in and out of the house as if it was just one big environment and the difference had little effect. He even was little affected when we moved from Virginia to Kansas and back in 1981 and 1983. In the early years in Virginia he would follow the children to the elementary school and sit on the outside window sill and observe the classroom.
I've had others who did this, but not as well as Fluffy, and he passed naturally while the others were either killed by vehicles or other unknown fate.
I like cats.
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I have a cat who has been indoors since a small kitten, and eleven or twelve years later, I still hear her bounce off windows a couple of times per day as she attempts to pounce on bird or chipmunk.
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That is nifty.
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