Today, Dante is showing you what I call "The Island" which borders the front of our property and our neighbour's. (Hey, does this qualify my cats as "Island Cats", I wonder???) We have lived here for 20 years now, so what was originally a small pine tree has grown into a behemoth, which reaches well into our yard.
As a result, Dante has claimed at least half of this little wilderness -- for that is exactly what it looks like. The tree is a blue spruce which was originally planted in a garden bed strewn with river rock. There is another bush of unknown species at the opposite end to the spruce tree, along with various kinds of ground cover inbetween.
If you didn't see the road, you would really think you were deep in the woods, somewhere. Given the proper angle, many of my photos appear this way.
Here is Dante giving chase to one of those pesky intruders who has just narrowly escaped.
This is a view of the wild and woolly garden bed known as "The Island". (The vegetation is wild and Dante is woolly!)
Being a cat of great taste, Dante samples the wilderness grasses.
"Dey is so fwesh an' tasty", he says.
"Nom, nom! I nominates maiself as King of dis
"Here I yam -- da 'I'-Land King! Is called an 'I'-Land cuz it belongs to me. Is covered in 'IV'. Dat belongs to me, too!"
The PURRoprietary Dante stays on guard against intruders (you know who they are).
"I yam da only puss who can pass fru here. Udder dan me dere's NO TRESPUSSING!"
Dante hunkers down amongst the foliage to keep watch.
He looks to the right.
He looks to the left.
He's lookin' at YOU, kid!
And while Dante's looking at you, look who's looking at him!
The Moral: No matter how hard you may try to guard your property and keep it private, no cat is an island (even King Dante).