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At this moment, Gaby is crouched amid the dried shrubs that surround the birdbath and birdfeeder, waiting for squirrels.

I swear she was raised with cats. When she gets up from a nap, she arches and flexes her (very flexible) back. She rubs against my legs, circles, and rubs again, tail aloft. And now she's lurking.

It's possible, I guess, that she was a stray for an extended period, and that was how she hunted. But her actions remind me so much of those of the feral cats that live across the street.

(no subject)

At this moment, Gaby is crouched amid the dried shrubs that surround the birdbath and birdfeeder, waiting for squirrels.

I swear she was raised with cats. When she gets up from a nap, she arches and flexes her (very flexible) back. She rubs against my legs, circles, and rubs again, tail aloft. And now she's lurking.

It's possible, I guess, that she was a stray for an extended period, and that was how she hunted. But her actions remind me so much of those of the feral cats that live across the street.