BEMBO & THE BUTTERFLY

These days, at the end of August, while the fig trees in my garden are covered with ripe fruits and overripe figs are falling down, the males of Red admiral (Vanessa atalanta) butterflies are flying around, getting in short energetic flights and fights while protecting their territories. The healthy Red admiral in good shape is usually too quick and nimble to become a prey of my cats, but these seasonal fights over territory are exhausting, many butterflies are washed-up and at the end of their strength ...

... so the young male cat called Bembo, one of my 13 cats, sometimes brings home a butterfly ...
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... to play with.

I was working on another post on my PC when I heard some meowing from the kitchen.
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I thought that I'll find some hungry cat waiting for a piece of salami. But when I went there I saw Bembo and a butterfly on the cat dish on the floor, near the fridge.
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When you see a shot like this ...
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... is natural to believe that the butterfly didn't make it alive out of this situation ...

... but actually - he did.

Bembo got bored pretty soon, and when I took the butterfly outside, he flew away from the palm of my hand.

Red admirals are much more resilient than I thought.

As always in these posts on HIVE, the photographs are my work.