Autumn pics…
Last night, as I sat watching TV, I heard an odd sound indeed; it seemed like a human infant was crying by our back door. Instead, it turned out to be the “caterwauling” of two of my beloved cats. Who knows why they despise each other:
They barely moved as I opened the door and watched them. I didn’t want to do anything to shift the balance of power which seems quite equitable; Gilbert and Kelly do this “standoff” quite regularly, and both eventually sidle away from the situation, with no bloodshed. My other cats are a tortoiseshell named Fiona who lives in the hay barn, and Skitty, who is now 22 years old and lives in my grooming shop. All four are spayed females.
They barely moved as I opened the door and watched them. I didn’t want to do anything to shift the balance of power which seems quite equitable; Gilbert and Kelly do this “standoff” quite regularly, and both eventually sidle away from the situation, with no bloodshed. My other cats are a tortoiseshell named Fiona who lives in the hay barn, and Skitty, who is now 22 years old and lives in my grooming shop. All four are spayed females.
Here is a picture of the Virginia Creeper planted along the dog runs, and we also have it climbing the house and porch (where we have to control it).
And this is a picture I took yesterday while it was snowing… though you can’t see ANY snow in the air or on the ground. The flakes were so sodden that they disappeared as they hit the ground, in most places. The photo was taken from our front door, as I had JUST got warm in the house and didn’t care to step out.
I have jam cooking on the stove, so I’m running away again. Bless everyone this Thanksgiving weekend. ~ Ann
