Hugo the cat has decided to return to the fold because the weather is turning and the cat food down the street is inferior. He's full of mats, he's filthy dirty and he's appropriated Deb's brand new chair. He is, of course, the king of the house. Just now, he's gone upstairs to lie on the comforter so he can shed and get grit and bits of flora everywhere.
The beautiful rain has restored green to the land. I walk all over with the dog. Geese are calling to one another as they fly overhead. Time to visit the children in California.
2 comments:
The Prodigal Cat.
Exactly. Not unlike your chickens.
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