They’ve watched one another, separated always by Effie’s sanctuary gate, for more than a year. Effie defends her turf, seeming to enjoy excluding ever-hopeful Halvor. They have touched noses a few times when I’ve taken Effie out and Halvor was waiting politely at the door for a glimpse; but then she trots into her domain and I close the gate, and Halvor sits on the other side of the gate, watching her from the patio. Sometimes she determines that he’s just a little too close.
Ah, you again. . .
Just an itch–no fleas, I promise!
Humph. You’re not exactly one to show up already groomed, are you?
Until the proper time, I will defend the bounds of MY garden!
Effie is proprietorial about bug-hunting rights in Effieland. . . .