Mini Scaredy is a little different than the other feral cats. A little more cocky and self-assured than the other cats.
While all the other feral cats fled in terror when the tree-cutting arborists showed up at my campsite last week — this invading army of trucks and buzz-saws and machinery and hordes of construction/destruction workers in florescent green vests wielding shovels and other tools of destruction. . . Mini Scaredy paid them no mind. Occasionally she’d even trot down near to where they were working to check out for herself what they were doing.
Her attitude was like: “What the fuck are all these humans doing in MY campsite.” Ha ha.