Today’s Haiku is by Calvin.
When I take the dogs for their last “out” of the night, I turn the porch lights on so I can see where I’m going, and so that my stealth dog–solid-black Lilah–doesn’t disappear.
The lights from inside the house glow warmly from the windows, and perched in most of them is at least one cat. They’ve learned that moths–dancing winged creatures of immeasurable value–sometimes fly in when the door opens for a troop of dogs to pass through one way or the other.
Thus each evening I have an audience. Until winter’s cold ends the game; then my cats have to wait until the next warm day in late spring for the fun to begin again.
What have your pets learned–patterns that they’ve picked up on?
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