Not His Type

Yesterday my cat, Scout, and I watched a hawk fly all around our backyard here at Doright Manor, lighting briefly on a lamppost before flying dramatically to the ground. He poked around in the grass for a minute or two before doing this:

I told Scout it looked like he was initiating a mating ritual. Every now and again he’d stop his dance and look directly at me, as if to say, “Hey, good looking….”

Scout yawned and said, “I’m almost certain that hawks perform an elaborate aerial mating ritual in place of a dance. And, honestly, you’re not his type.”

Cheeky cat.

Peace, people!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

15 thoughts on “Not His Type”

  1. I would have said just taking in the warm sun on your quiet, protected lawn. You had that snake awhile back, maybe the other wildlife know it’s a tranquil place to chill out!

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