Somehow they will become separated. She will manage to elude them all and return to her home-sweet-home which she will have all to herself again. Amazingly, her offspring never seem to remember the way back. They seem unable to retrace their steps by following her scented trail. She has been doing this for years. We admire her pluckiness but keep her exploits to ourselves (until now, I suppose).
Our paths seldom cross. She is nocturnal. We are diurnal. When we do get too close for her comfort, there is a great stamping of feet, polka-like pivoting, flinging of her tail up over her back, and a beady stare and snort. All of which serves to remind us that we do not enjoy absolute sole ownership of this little plot of garden. How dare we!
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