The feral cat showed up again just now. I was standing outside enjoying the sun, and she came around the corner of the fence, saw me and stopped dead cold.

I could taste her fear.

Here she is, going about her business, and suddenly she comes upon this large predator-like animal. It looks at her and blinks lazily at her; its body language doesn't suggest it's being threatening. Just the same, though, she's scared because it's many times bigger than her. She doesn't want to be eaten.

I wish I could tell her she has nothing to fear from me.

-- Des