While sitting here at our site in the Mt. Vernon TTN Preserve, the wild life here is fun to watch, especially the cute little cottontail rabbits. You can imagine our horror when our cat Harry appeared at the screen door with one in his mouth, yes, our cat is a murderer. As old as Harry is, 15 years, and hampered by the fact we have put plastic covers over his claws, catching that rabbit must have been quite a feat.
All cats are the same, some are bigger than others but they are all, first and foremost, predators. Cats don't want us to know just how smart they are, especially at getting out. We named him Harry after Harry Houdini; he could get out of anything. At home we tried to keep him out of our bedroom by closing the door, it has a lever handle; he pulls down on it and he's in. Talk about a cat burglar, he’s perfect; black, quiet and sneaky. They are also known to keep slaves to take care of the more mundane things like cleaning the litter box, or putting food and water in nice little bowls for their convenience. They also like to have a warm lap to curl up in and “oh, by the way, scratch behind the ears and smooth out the fur, about fifty times ought to do it”.
When Harry was younger he would scare the hell out of our dog Poco by jumping out from behind a door, we started to call him Kato (the housekeeper at Inspector Clousieu’s home, in the Pink Panther series). If you haven’t seen the series you absolutely must. From then on Poco would growl at him whenever he walked by. When we picked up Cara and brought her home in the Motor home, Harry would leap from one high spot to another; Cara wanted to play, Harry, not so much. When Harry goes we will miss him a lot, but the slave thing, no.
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