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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.
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.