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It’s already the 2nd week of August on the Court.  The cats are doing well.

The temperature has been running a few degrees cooler than normal.  The nights have been in the mid-50s and the days rarely over 82.  The Maine Coons have lost a lot of their heavy coats; Blutto looks to be half the cat he was back in January.

Missey isn’t a fan of the cool nights and spends her days sitting in a sunny window.  She celebrated her 13th birthday 2 weeks ago (I served up a dish of her favorite wet food for the occasion).  According to a chart that I found on the wiki, her age, in human years, is about 70. On the Court she is the Alpha; none of the other cats will cross her path nor will they disturb her when she sleeps.   Age has it’s privileges.

The sibling cats are doing well; the female spend her days outside.  Her territory covers includes our house as well as the neighbor’s houses on both sides.  She patrols from sunrise to sunset; coming in only to eat and drink.  Her brother, on the other hand, goes out into the back yard but doesn’t leave the back yard at all.

And Precious, her territory covers the entire court.  Of all the Oak Court Cats, she has the largest territory.  As the prominent hunter on the Court, she covers the most ground.

This summer we have some guests. A trio of Peregrine Falcons has settled into the tall pines up at the end of the block.  There’s a small park with a number of older pines and the 3 birds can be seen roosting on the higher branches or flying around the neighborhood.  The squirrels in our yard tend to be more cautious these days (Not sure but I think the squirrel population had been reduced a bit). More of them are coming into the back of the house when looking for handouts.  they used to stand on the picnic table and wait for someone to toss some peanuts out.  Now they come inside the back door, where the birds can’t see them and wait for peanuts.

Blutto sits on the sidewalk, in plain view, and stares at the birds as they fly around the back; it’s as if he’s telling them that this is his territory and they need to move on.  At his size and strength I would imaging it would be a good battle should one of the birds come down for a closer look.  Hopefully they won’t and life will go on.

Anyway, it’s late and the cats are settling in for the night.  I’ll post this and call it a day myself.