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Up there, in one of the niches of the rockisch mountain next to my house, a massif that home one of these days is threatening to smother my, the reader with the right perspective and a keen eye may observe the miracle of two metamorphoses in conjunction. The mere-fifty meters high formation has been transformed into the town’s Mount Everest, as the cat – visible in one of the little holes – has scaled the steep mass of stone, and has become a real mountain lion.
In itself something to behold! But as the mount’s neighbour, I also know that something peculiar has happened: all those other niches, which on a regular day are filled with a host of silly pigeons, are suddenly empty. Normally, it looked like this:
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From time to time, I have found the feathered corpse of a pigeon, half eaten, discarded by the evildoer. I have always thought that it must have been a clever rat, climbing up there and pinching one of the birds. It seems, I was mistaken: the cat-lion did it! Perhaps so well, that the pigeons had already flown when, this time, he finally reached his high-up destination.
Another possibility: every month, the ugly diarrhoea-coloured cabin on stilts, seen on the right of the first picture, is filled with grain that is meant to make the birds sterile. In this town, people think that there are too many pigeons around. That grain may have become so successful, that all birds have disappeared – overnight and forever…
It could also have been my fata morgana; not just the smile of the Cheshire Cat up there, but an after-image of the whole animal – an illusion, something merely imagined by me. The picture proves me wrong here. Hail to the courage of a common cat!
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Sierksma, Montmorillon 27.3/2024
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