In keeping with the title of the latest book I was reading, Nature Girl by Carl Hiaasen, I decided to finish reading the book from the comfort of the back deck.
I was joined by my comfy cat Althea, who perched on the chair next to me and took what was probably her 20th cat nap of the day and Huck the skittish orange cat that really only loves Tom. He merely tolerates me.
I was also attacked by squadrons of mosquitoes and overrun by brigades of ants. All of which made me itchy and scratchy.
Towards the end of the evening, when the light was fading, out popped a ground hog
from underneath the deck.
He stared at me.
I stared at him.
Then I said conversationally “Good evening, Mr. Groundhog.”
He twitched his nose in acknowledgement and disappeared back under the deck.
The rest of the evening I was serenaded by whistles and chirps from neighborly Mr. Groundhog.
Neither cat moved a muscle. We leads me to believe that they are already on speaking terms with the groundhog.