Front Row Drama

Liverwurst tastes every bit as good smeared on 12-grain bread as it does on rye crackers. I appreciated that fact sitting in my sun room having lunch. My red-collared black cat slithered under the cedar fence into the yard near the tin shed in the same small crack through which she disappeared this morning when I scolded her over my first cup of coffee. Thinking she might be going to the spot I’ve found her resting at other times, I was very still. A squirrel chattered on the shop roof and came down the walnut tree searching at the base for a nut previously buried. The cat pounced and followed the teasing squirrel when it raced high into the tree. Too heavy to go to the end of the branch the cat retreated with great care. It was not a steep descent but went downhill enough to be worrisome for the usually confident feline. I almost sighed with relief when she gave up the pursuit and retreated behind the tin shed. Not the spectacle of a labor day parade but a drama nonetheless. Drenching the liverwurst flavor from my taste buds with orange juice, I am pleased with the wildlife viewing I experience without leaving the comfort of my sun room.

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