This post has no meaningful, reflective discussion to it, though I’m sure it could be considered metaphorical in some ways…!
I thought I’d share a random little incident that happened to me the other day, because my family found it amusing.
So, when I’m home I like to sit in my big round arm chair by the back door and look out at the garden. (It spins around too, for optimum seating/viewing experience).
I was doing this the other day when a cat snuck under the garden gate. Note: We don’t have a cat and we’ve never had one in our garden since we moved in.
I thought “Aw, that’s nice” and watched it disappear behind our shed.
It then popped out from the other side and started digging in my flower pot. I had just planted some bulbs the day before so was obviously thinking, “Bugger!”
It then climbs in the pot and takes a shit. And for the first time, makes the most awkward and prolonged eye contact with me while it does it.
As if to say, “Planted some bulbs did you? Unlucky.”
And for a good two minutes it sat there and stared. To the point where I felt a little uncomfortable about the whole situation… I almost shut the curtains to give it some privacy.
It then made a swift exit back under the gate and I was left with a flower pot full of cat shit and bulbs across the garden. It had literally just popped in to take a shit, before popping off again.
At least when my friends do that, they usually stay for a cup of tea after! (Minus the squatting over a flower pot and staring part, obviously.)