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Scamper is either a great weather forecaster or she has precognitive abilities in general. We all know cats have other senses…

She came in last night and parked herself under the couch. She doesn’t like to stay inside when the door is shut and she doesn’t do it often. Usually it has to be well below 30.

Shrug. Who can know what that cat is up to.

We went to bed.

It hailed large chunks of ice about 4 hours later. Bam! BAM!

Scamper stayed under the couch.

We got up and I stood at the back door with the outside light on so that I could properly worry about my avocado trees and tomato plants. Junior wanted out.

“You are not going out, you crazy cat. It’s hailing!”

He was not deterred. I picked him up to show him the white pellets raining down on the porch. He looked at me and touched my nose with his. “You’re supposed to be looking out the window.”

He looked at me.

“The hail? Look at the hail.”

He put his front feet straight out, demanding to be set down. He did not look out the window.

“Okay, but you’re not going out.”

Once on the floor he put his nose to the door, demanding to be let out.

Crazy cat. I did not let him.

Yes, the baby avocados all fell to the ground. Most of the blossoms too. The tree is leaning at a rather limp angle. Several tops to tomato plants were snapped off. Leaves are full of holes. One small plant still in a pot took a direct hit and was smashed into the soil. I propped it up, but it is missing all but one leaf. Hmm. Not good.

Sigh. The life of a farmer is hard. Scamper left this morning and hasn’t been back to report in. I suppose she has a lot to explore now that the landscape is littered with branches and leaves. Who knows with that cat???

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Posted: March 20, 2013


  1. Scamper is one cool kitty. Junior, on the other hand, is a scallywag.

    Comment by April — March 20, 2013 @ 3:17 pm

  2. That’s about right. He’s a happy scallywag, but he just thinks every time he sees us we are either there to let him out, in or give him treat!

    Comment by Maria — March 20, 2013 @ 3:19 pm

  3. Of course, you’re his staff! Dogs have masters, cats have staff.

    Animals have uncanny weather instincts. When I was a kid we had a Terrier mix who was pretty much fearless except for thunder storms. They terrified him and he’d hide under my bed, shivering, until they were over. Whenever Buster was under the bed, we knew a thunderstorm was on the way. The sky could be a cloudless blue, but if he was there, we battened down the hatches. He was never wrong. You need to pay attention to Scamper!

    Comment by Dee(Book lover) — March 20, 2013 @ 4:05 pm

  4. We pay attention to Scamper. But trust me when I tell you she sends mixed messages… 🙂

    Comment by Maria — March 20, 2013 @ 4:42 pm

  5. yeah, sounds like it. Animals are good weather predictors, though. They must sense suble changes in the atmospheric pressure that we don’t pick up. Give her an extra treat.

    Comment by Dee — March 20, 2013 @ 7:11 pm

  6. Dee! Do not give her any ideas! She thinks she gets treat every time she sits in a certain spot. We’ve explained many times that it’s supposed to be twice a day only. Yeah. She doesn’t get that part.

    Comment by Maria — March 20, 2013 @ 7:17 pm

  7. So just how many a day does he con you out of?

    Comment by Elisabeth — March 21, 2013 @ 8:29 pm

  8. I foolishly try to impose limits, but they know just how far to push me. They usually win, and they are only dogs.I wouldn’t stand a chance with cats.

    Comment by Elisabeth — March 21, 2013 @ 8:32 pm

  9. Scamper is actually pretty good and *rarely* asks more than 3 times. Junior is more predatory. He asks, then he goes and gets her and when she asks, he sits there looking innocent. He generally asks more like 5 or 6 times a day. I’m lucky if I turn him down once. If my hands are full and I’m cooking I might turn him down twice.

    Comment by Maria — March 21, 2013 @ 9:05 pm

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