Willis has been on a "roll."
Thursday evening he charged about in the garden and in the tall grass below, whirling into the air to snatch at mayflies, pivoting and scampering, stalking G.'s mild-mannered white cat, Jinka.
He gets very full of himself.
Friday morning after helping J. in the garden, he strolled back to the house and flung himself into the patch of catnip [nepeta cataria.]
One snort of the stuff and he thinks he is the grandest tiger in the jungle.
J. tickled him with a bit of vine and had his shoes attacked for his pains.
No dainty nibbling for Willis. He wallows and thrashes bringing down stalks of catnip
which he chews, shreds, inhales.
photo by M. Gould
Friday evening Willis decided to accompany G. and M. as they walked about the yard.
He just happened to take a detour up the old apple tree, just happened to investigate the uninhabited bluebird house.
If you're any kind of a clever cat it is possible to look innocent, nonchanlant, totally detached, while busily plotting mayhem.