Robert Frost, of course, wrote that it was the fog that “comes on little cat feet”. But at my house, one day last Summer, JOY came in on little cat feet.
Nose count: Taffy, Lickety, and Butterboy with Mom Cat.
Family Dinner (that’s Dad Cat — Blackie — in back):
Taffy with a toy mousie:
This is my favorite picture: — Lickety eating a late afternoon snack, Butter taking a snooze, and Taffy in mid-air, flipping a toy mousie:
Cat v. Cardinal. Tha cardinal won.
It’s 40 degrees and rainy today on the Long Island Sound. All the Hobos were accounted for, tucked into their little cubbies, keeping warm and dry…but I could use a little reminder of Summer. You too?
See these little faces? They look at me with such trust; “Does Summer ever end?” they want to know.
“Yeah,” I tell them. “Too soon.”