Every morning, when the sun begins to shine brightly, he shows up at my balcony. He goofs around the parapet, wags his bushy tail in a sine-wave-like motion, and after what looks like a long contemplation, lands into the cactus planter. Then, he starts digging and pulls out a nut – I have no idea when he hid it there. He jumps back on to the parapet, and rapidly chews through the nut, constantly dropping the leftovers on the parapet. Who do you think is going to clean that up, you prick?!
After he is done eating, he decides he wants to fool around some more. So he jumps on to my hanging planter (home to a pothos) and starts digging through it. The planter starts swinging and I am worried it might fall of. But the little bugger knows what he is doing. After some exploration, he jumps off landing on the mat on the balcony floor. Here, he decides to sit for a few seconds and then take a massive piss. Argh! Finally, it’s time to move on but not before chilling on the parapet a little while more to scout which balcony to raid next.
Throughout all this, he periodically sees through the big glass door that I am standing right there, staring at him. And yet, unfazed by my presence, he treats my balcony as his personal dining room as well as toilet. The sheer audacity!