Incognito

I have been stealthy. I have not gone to the front. Or greeted my minions at the fence. I have been hiding in my hole. Except....no one can say for sure that is where I am! Who is small enough to crawl down (besides the annoying dog) to check? NO ONE! And I like it that way. I like the quiet of my home. I like the coolness. Because it is really, really hot. Who can stand that heat? Not I! And I'm from the deserts of Africa! Obviously I have acclimated. Every day my female human comes to check on me. And I am not out. I hear her call me. I hear her foot steps. And she leaves me treats. But I am not going out. Have I mentioned the heat? It burns my shell! And I am delicate!  Truly. You would not believe it, looking at me, but I am. 

Two days ago I decided to let her know I was around. But she did not come out side. I like to think she saw me through the window, doing my speed grazing (she did!). I hope they water the grass soon. I do not like brown grass. It sticks to my teeth.

The weather is......

I have a spot in the yard that I love, especially in the heat. Now don't get me wrong. I love the heat. I love it so much that I'm in hiding for the hottest part of the day. What sane person would be out in the heat???? I am not even human and I don't do it! But I have a spot. It's under the tree in the front yard. It is a cypress type tree with the branches to the ground. Birds live in the upper branches. Under it, where I love, is a dirt pit that I worked really hard on last summer. It was going to be my second home. I did enjoy my space for a bit this summer. But that stupid cat comes outside and uses part of it as litter and then spreads her furry butt over it. She stole my spot! She sits and glares at me. If I did not like cats, I would scare the bejeebers out of her so I could have it back. It would not bother me as much if she shared. But she is a greedy, selfish cat. I may have to take her out.

I especially love that space because no one can see me. Not a person. Except my female human. She knows where I am at all times. Sort of. I loved hissing at the mail man when he walked by. Instead, I hang out in the yard because that cat took my spot. Yep. I think it is time to take care of that cat.