(re-post: wanted to share now)
That deaf white cat that has taken to sleeping on the lounge on my deck crept up onto the deck the other night while I was sitting at the dark end of the deck watching the moon. The outside lights were not on but the door to the kitchen was wide open and light from the house was pouring out. He kept glancing nervously at the open door but did climb onto the lounge and settle down, continuing to look into the doorway. My voice disturbed him not one bit but when I moved the slightest amount his head swung my way, he saw me, and he slid away. How attuned he must be to movement since he cannot hear. I put a piece of chicken on the lounger and came indoors.
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