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The Hairy One is becoming increasingly playful. The landing is – or was – my last dumping ground for miscellaneous stuff on its way down stairs or awaiting banishment to the loft, or, I have to admit, just temporarily homeless. Now it’s Isis’s new playground. Sigh.
Just this week she’s added an early morning rampage on the landing to her repertoire. On her way to bed for a pre-get up snooze, she passes a happy twenty minutes or so flinging around anything she comes across, then brings one of my canvas boots into the bedroom for a kick around.
And her hunting games in the park are becoming increasingly complex. Now it’s not just running in loops, nose to the ground and pinning down her fantasised victim with her paws. Before she pounces, she folds herself up like a squashed accordion, as though she has just come face to face with a hungry boa constrictor. Then she opens out into a springy arc, simultaneously pouncing joyfully on her ‘prey’. At other times, just as she reaches the end of her scent trail and without any warning, she darts forwards or backwards or sideways after a new scent.
One day this week as we skirt the edge of the wooded area in Kings Heath Park, she sniffs intently at a mound of lime green moss. But her nose bounces up and down as though the moss is electrified. There is a snaky twig stuck in it. She draws back, approaches, draws back. Then, extending a paw she pats at it, jumping as it pops up. She spends several minutes smacking it, recoiling from it, smacking it again.
Are there snakes in Portugal?
Isis came from the Aeza cat and dog rescue and adoption centre in Aljezur, Portugal. For information about adopting an animal from the centre, contact firstname.lastname@example.org or www.dogwatchuk.com