Last night we spent a few hours sitting out on Stoney Island with a nice fire going in the pit and some cool beverages to to go along with the perfect temperature. We had the tree lights on and I had the radio tuned into King Country out of OKC, so to be honest, the last thing we expected was a whole mess of deer to come walking by. Several times during the evening, even with Gracie sitting on my lap or occasionally playing peekaboo with Little Kitty, we'd spot the deer sneaking over the fence and quietly tip-toeing their way from the back of the property, out to the front.
The cat is one of the deer. If she wants to walk amongst them, they don't care, and neither does she. But Gracie has her own strict rule. She will chase the deer if they are outside the fence, but if they are inside the fence with her, she suddenly has no interest in them. Of course, to put on a good show, she will wait until they are just close enough to jump outside the property, then she'll take off running as if to show us that it was her bravery that got the intruders out. She's a good dog that way. We keep a sign posted on our fence that says, "Beware of Dog". We believe it helps her self-esteem.