Multiple personalities

I love watching her do this...she doesn't even know I'm taking her picture. Surveying the quiet, well lit street, she's on high alert. A slight breeze moves the leaves...she bristles. A car goes by...she locks onto it like a heat seeking missile. Someone comes home late and walks to their front door...she crouches, ready to take action.

It is her routine every night: the lights go out, I pull the blind up, she takes up position on the back of the couch...I watch her for a while.

Mystical, marvelous creature switches off her inner gremlin instantly and chirps sweetly when I touch her. She jumps down to follow me upstairs.