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The Whitehurst Diaries: Walking with Willis
The writer finds that she shares more than a circadian rhythm with Willis: They also have the same fondness for exploring, for finding crawdad towers, prowling through acres of fleabane and field mustard, and stopping by the way to inspect dew-sparkled cobwebs stretched over dried stems
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By Sharon Whitehurst
GRADYVILLE, KY - (Diary entry 2011-04-11) Willis and I share certain attributes of the nocturnal disposition.
Willis comes by his preference for night time prowlings through the honored legacy of feline ancestors.
My own tendency for late evening energy was handed down from my father, whose restless late night presence pervaded my childhood home.
Like my Dad, although I stay up late, I'm up early to greet each day--not with noisy bombast and cheerful bustle, but quietly easing out of bed soon after sunrise to pull back the curtains and see what the morning offers.
Willis the Cat is one of the first sights to meet my eye on any given morning; he may be tucked up on the east-facing porch or crouched in the edge of the herb garden near the carport. He may be under the tree from which the bird feeder dangles, putting the Fear of Feline into avian foragers by his mere presence.
He waits, not so much in expectation of food, as in the hope of a companionable ramble around the dooryard and the fields beyond.
On recent morning walks we've discovered the daubed mud towers created by crawdads; we have prowled through acres blooming with common fleabane and field mustard. We've stopped to notice a dew-sparkled cobweb stretched over dried stems.
We return to the house, our ears ringing with the mockingbirds' medley of song. My tall boots have kept my feet dry as we swish through tall grass and weeds. Willis has to dry his striped socks before he curls up for a bit of a nap. - Sharon Whitehurst
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