a mid-way in the wild

catnip chronicles

He crept along stealthily through the back yard. Rounding the woodpile, he clung close to the house, gliding along with control and purpose. He stepped out from the house and trotted along the fence, hastily making his way to avoid detection.

But he didn’t avoid detection.

Trevor spotted Wiggins just as he arrived at the sacred stashb - Trevor’s growing catnip field at the back of the yard.

Both Trevor and the kitten wickered, their tails shaking with agitation. Wiggins had no idea what he was in for.

There was a problem: Trevor was watching Wiggins though our patio door.

Luckily, I was more than happy to help.

I opened the door expecting Trevor to tear across the yard, pounce on Wiggins and draw some blood to fertilize his catnip.

Sadly, that didn’t happen.

Trevor was fully engaged. Every nerve on his body was focused.

He approached, froze then lowered himself. His eyes stayed large. His tail didn’t relax.

He sat there for what seemed like forever.

Wiggins, unaware of Trevor’s presence proc…