It’s after dark and the door is shut. I am sitting at the entrance to the kitchen batting my paws in the air.
‘What are you doing, Sasha? You haven’t caught a lizard, have you?’
Then she puts down the phone and rushes over to me.
‘It’s a beautiful butterfly! How did it get inside? Keep away Sasha. Go inside!’
Tries to make me go into the kitchen. I know that trick. Next thing you know the door is shut, with the cat in the kitchen and the human able to go out the back door.
She has the butterfly on her arm now and it crawls up to the top
of her head. Then she rushes into the hall and shuts the door. I can’t win. I am still in the kitchen.
Meow meow meow.
When she comes back in she says she has put the butterfly in a clump of grass. It is still clinging to a stalk in the morning and later it flies away.
This is a Monarch butterfly. The lady next door grows a special bush for them to eat.
