Every night since I put up the decorations, she visits the backyard, gets fascinated by the tinsel in the wreath, bops the bejeebers out of it, and then zips away under the fence. She only knows me on the porch, she doesn’t come to see me, in fact if I talk to her she moves out of view for a while. She comes for the wreath, and I guess that’s okay. I’m just happy to see her.
