Tuesday, June 26, 2007
No cats. They are at work. Hunting is their metier.
Until 5:17 AM. Felicia slightly waked me up.
Just a whisper of a sound. A softly sweeeesh. A breath. But I knew she was here. Grief.
Felicia. Favourite place. I touched her. No reaction - but breathing. New touch. No reaction - but breathing. At last - she's alive.Then I had to leave for work at 7:15 am
Rosa's jump's are more "clear". i.e . I can feel it. But last night she slept in the other house with Anna.
Yes - that's how it's is. Anna have started her Summer Vacation (Teacher) - I have not. And I do not want to wake up her up too early the first days in her long awaited and deserved Vacation. Besides, she can watch her fab Agatha Christie TV and other Crime series in the late evenings. I can blog.
First "Guest". Peder or Peter Fur - Who else, by the way?
Next: Rosa - Fav dryfood
And; Felicia where are you? Pollock served. Feliiiciiiaaa. Diiiiner. Pooolooock.
No reaction. We looked for her. In the Hills. Can you see her? No. Not a sound. Not even from the birds. They allways alarms when it's a cat nearby.
Suddenly. See. She is too fast for me. When she jumps up on the roof. From the top of the Rock. You might got a glimpse of her back feets.
Well - she is a she-cat. When laying like this - LOL. Can it be something else than a predators weapon?
OK, gato pueblos - this is all for now - we are out again. Hunting. And you are very well welcome to hunt for more Cats On Tuesdays at Gattinas.