I'm sitting here watching Luna, the youngest of my cat,  jump between the 
windows. There must be something wandering around in the bushes or on the 
deck. These visitations happen often. 

People, who don't live in the city, often feel these are places devoid of 
natural wildlife. The exception being unnatural creatures like pigeons or 
rats.

However, my yard has been the resting place of woodchucks, raccoons, 
opossums, rabbits, and the occasional cat. It's interesting to get up and 
find a raccoon grooming on the grass or watching an opossum scurry across 
the deck, trying to get home before the daylight breaks. The birds are 
beautiful golden finches, cardinals, blue jays, orioles, sparrows, and 
magnificent hawks.    These are the wild little things that inhabit the 
metropolis.

Luna, Moons to her friends, was once one of those wild things. She was 
living under the deck with another young cat, probably drop-offs. This 
tiny tuxedo kitten was only weeks old and a bit shy of humans. However, 
when no one was around, she would chase leaves and attempt to befriend 
squirrels. Klaus and Neo, my feline residents, would watch her from the 
front door. She would occasionally come up and perform for them, rolling 
on the front step or slapping at the window.

Little Luna was once one of those wild things. She was living under the 
deck. This ting tuxedo kitten was only weeks old and a bit shy. However, 
when no one was around, she would chase leaves and
attempt to befriend squirrels. Klaus and Neo, my feline residents, would 
watch her from the front door. She would occasionally come up and perform 
for them, rolling on the front step or slapping at the window.

She is a kind and gentle cat, except for Max, the eldest of the tribe and 
the latest to arrive.  Max fears her lightening fast paws. It's amusing to
see this large male cat cower and scramble away from this little ball
of fury.  There's no physical harm done. But, poor Max always keeps a wary 
eye out for his nemesis.

There is a loll now Luna is simply sitting in the front window. 
Soon the sun will rise, and there will be plenty of birds in the yard,  
chattering away.  She loves watching the birds. A few weeks ago, she 
punched a hole in the kitchen window screen. She was trying for a sparrow
who had teasingly sat on the window ledge looking at her. Oh well, another
cat-related repair bill.

Soon she will come and tell me that I have sat too long at the computer,  
That's my day, Luna telling me what to do. She'll tell me the dry food
bowl is nearly empty. Then her pillow is out of place. Next she'll want to
wet food, not on the tray but near the water bowl. Next she'll want the   
window open. She'll indicate that it's too bright in the livingroom, I
have to raise the blanket so she can get under it and sleep. She is
very demanding.

At some point in the day I, exhausted from her demands, lay on the
couch to rest. Luna will come up and lay on my lap or chest and
purr. She'll close her eyes and relax. That's the time I know that all the
work she makes for me is worth it.

Here she comes. I have been sitting her doing nothing for too long.