It would be much less furry if I could stop procrastinating and actually run the vacuum. More frequently, of course.
Here I sit in my rocker. No, I am not off my rocker, but I am being watched.
Every day. No matter where I am.
The view from the rocker is out the front door. Actually out of the front of the house but from the rocker, I look out to the driveway.
It's impact glass. A Step or three less thick than what you see in the bank. When I tell people that I live in a bunker I mean it.
None of this prepper post-apocalyptic nonsense. We have codes here to try to make a hurricane survivable in South Florida. Roofs are tied down with extra straps. Walls are made from CBS. The house is a Concrete Block Structure. Windows with Impact Glass.
Where a Californian won't worry about an earthquake over a certain strength, I don't worry until a hurricane is above a Category 2. Cat 3 or stronger.
I have had birds fly into the windows with a resounding "thump". They generally need time to at least clear their heads.
Cats. *Sigh* There is no such thing as an outdoor cat. No matter what you think, you are wrong. It will be a much safer kitty if it is inside your house. Why?
Coyotes. Yes, most places have "yotes". They will eat little kitty cat if they find them.
Two legged vermin will do dastardly deeds to them as well.
Love your cats, keep them with you.
They look in on me too. I am blessed with all sorts of critters coming up to my front door and looking in at me. Typically I will walk to the door and flick the lock and they scatter. I'm not welcoming I guess.
But Rack. He's doing his job. He watches the front door and scans for intruders. Letter Carriers, package delivery, Pizza deliveries. They all set off a cacophony of barks.
Luckily he's losing his hearing. Selective deafness.
If I want to go out to that Jeep in the great outdoors, he won't like it. Nothing loud, I am the alpha after all. I'll just get sad dog eyes. So I either slink out the "Illegal Door" in the car port, or I will step over him.
"You're a good boy, watch the house". I tell him.
Not that a mostly toothless almost 14 year old dog will be that much of a guard but we humor him.
If he spots anything outside, he'll "let us know".
Just back from a dog walk and dinner, he has been pacing for a half hour and finally settled. Right back at his place. In front of the door. Looking inward and watching me.
No comments:
Post a Comment