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Jul 2020
We've a feral male cat on our
farm, with actions and attitudes
more like a small Lion on the
prowl, He slinks and preys on
rodents and birds, I've seen him
leap four feet high, take out a
small bird in mid flight.

Like any wild creature, he is
completely indifferent to us.
He does not wait outside my
door seeking human provided
food or passive affection like
our other cats, he would rather
hunt for his earned sustenance.

He sits or lays watching, on
elevated ground or high places
as Lions on African savannas do.
He radiates an independent
regal aloofness I can only
admire and aspire to.

He is the only cat on the place
without a given name, it seemed
superfluous to his dignified and
feral nature to call him by any
silly made up human name.

Some creatures are just born
wild and should never change.
This no name feline is one of them.
His twin sister is a hunter, and
part time opportunist too,
not shy about taking food from
humans, or a scratch behind the
ear when offered. But then she
is a female that's true. I just call
out "Little Kitty" and believe it or
not, she comes a running when I do.
Becoming too tame for her own good.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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