There are some things Rosie’s scientific mind surely could not comprehend. I was reminded of this while rewatching “The Golden Compass” this weekend, which stars Stelmaria, the snow leopard daemon / spirit animal of Lord Asriel. If a snow leopard were to move into our neighborhood, I’m pretty sure Rosie would short circuit. She’s very territorial when it comes to cats, but a big cat would be a little too much to handle… Tabs, on the other paw, would probably become besties with the big cat, seeing as he fancied himself as one too.
Here’s a look back at this time a few years ago, back when Tabs was still the king of the neighborhood.
It was a dark and stormy night…
Actually, not really. It was a clear and chilly morning.
You know, we used to — well, not we. Tabs mostly. He used to outsource the first patrol of the day to a freelance security company, but in his semi-retirement, he’s come to realize that he’s an early riser and enjoys getting up before the sun.
This morning’s pre-dawn patrol was uneventful, so Tabs cut it short and caught up on some reading instead.
He’s been doing a lot of reading lately to his little sister/pet assistant intern. Their favorite book is called Big Cats, by National Geographic Kids, although he’s a little offended that he wasn’t hired to model for it. He is, after all, a big cat.
The second patrol occurs at 10 a.m. on the dot, and today’s was also relatively uneventful, so Tabs took the opportunity to lounge in the front yard and absorb nature’s bountiful gifts.
For years after we moved here to Novato, whenever Tabs and I would go outside for walks, he would always try to make his way south. He’d head straight toward the south edge of the circle, then south down the hill toward the freeway, I think because it was in the direction of our old Mill Valley home.
It’s only been within the past few years that he doesn’t really do that anymore. I think he finally realizes that this part of the North Bay is where he officially resides.
He loves relaxing in the front yard, looking at flowers, listening to the neighbors, and loving love.
Semi-retirement ain’t bad.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
Karen
