She sits right on the edge of the path and watches her domain with possessive eyes. Eh, she loves it, she would prefer the front door be left open all day but since that's out of the question little girl sits just so on the edge of the path between front and back of the house and watches, ready to rush to the gate and bark at the merest hint of movement.
Of the five of us Maggie is the only one who really seems to love the garden. I don't I stopped caring five or more years ago, both cats go out and lol about a bit but they give the distinct impression they prefer to be in the warm and of course Jezzie is an indoor girl at heart. She does so hate the rain and cold. All four girls are home bodies except for Maggie who loves her home but rain or shine she loves her garden more.
Bless her she is still far too nervy, literally terrified of taking something from your hand, even to eat from her own bowl she has to be picked up, stroked and put in front of it, presumably to let her know she's allowed. I don't know what her life was like before she arrived here but fear must have been a big part of it, which is not to say she is not a brave girl! She is a determined, pushy little girl but something must have scared her badly and it saddens me to think she suffered.
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