When Cliff and I head out on our daily walk and look over our shoulders, we have stalkers following us. Iris, our dog, loves it when we go for a walk, but once we're through the gate, she disappears. (Click on any picture to make it larger.)
Not these stalker cats!
Oh no, never. Here they are coming up our most difficult hill. They go all the way to the bottom with us, then turn around and follow us up.
Wouldn't you think they'd get tired? Our walk usually lasts thirty-five or forty minutes.
They're still with us, even as we start the final leg of our journey. After the pond, there isn't far to go.
Right to the last hill, they stalk us. And when we get back to the house?
They stalk us still.
Later on as I head down the driveway to the mailbox, I look over my shoulder to see unashamed stalkers.
They even stalk Iris. Oh, the indignity! Her face tells the tale.