Edgar doing a bit of supervised bird watching/conversing with the crows this morning.
He has only once tried to make a break from his back deck playground.
Many years ago I had a market tent set up for a summer studio sale in the garden. The tent roof was, apparently, enticingly close to the deck.
I was inside the tent when I heard a thud as Edgar landed on the cloth roof. As quickly as I ran out to try and rescue him, he was faster.
Somehow he deployed his “terrified cat” superpowers to make the gravity defying leap back to the familiar safety of the deck.
The experience confirmed his (correct) belief that the outdoors is a dangerous and unpredictable place.
Surfaces that look perfectly solid, for example, are deceptive.
He has never tried to escape since then.
Edgar, so confident that all will be well, now finds himself nodding off during the Prime Minister’s daily briefings.
He is however, adamant that everyone should listen to the Health Officer’s advice and keep on staying the bleep home. Do not cross this cat. You have been warned.
And, just in case you need a reminder about the vital importance of hand washing …
More on the importance of keeping to some sort of schedule during these discombobulating times.
4:57 Edgar arrives at my desk.
4:59 Geordie arrives as back up.
5pm is dinner time and some schedules must be adhered to, regardless of whether the humans have lost track of the days. Honestly, they say, what would the people do without us …? A good question.
Because his own luxury pet bed is starting to seem a bit cramped, or perhaps just because he feels like a change, Edgar has now laid claim to the dog’s bed as well as his own. Luckily Geordie is willing to roll with the punches.
And … a rare win for the human, staring contest-wise.
You know the days are long when you’re competing in staring contests with Edgar.