Nowadays we have two cats walking through our garden, but mostly not at the same time. One is a cat from next door and we call him Neighbor Cat, since we haven't been properly introduced. The same goes for Garden Cat, but we don't know where he lives or to whom he belongs.
One morning Garden Cat is hunting for prey, we see him crouching and running around. Then, out of nowhere, he jumps at the birds feeding house. His paws reach inside and the rest of his body swings around. A moment later the thing falls over and the bird seeds are scattered everywhere.
Garden Cat turns around and apologizes.
'I cannot put this back in it's place,' he says.
I shrug and tell him that my partner will deal with it later. After another failing attempt to catch a bird, he exits the garden.
A while later Neighbor Cat arrives. He raises an eyebrow when he spots the bird's house on it's side.
'What a mess.'
'It wasn't me,' I reply.
'I know,' he says, 'It was that other cat, I can smell him.'
And then he quickly rubs his own glands at the wood.
'What a mess,' I hear him saying one more time and then he leaves, shaking his head.
Finally, my partner puts the birds feeding house back in position and I put in new seeds.
When dusk sets in, a robin appears.
'That is quite a food festival, you have there,' she chirps happily, before diving into the pile of seeds on the ground.
Less than a minute later she hops on a low hanging branch, and with a polite 'thank you' she takes off.
'Bye, bye Birdie, I hope to see you soon.'
