I was at the kitchen sink, idly rinsing a bowl.
It was near dusk of an afternoon that tended toward overcast.
I noted the dark shape of a cat's rump in the still leafless branches of the tulip poplar, nearly on a level with the kitchen window.
It was Willis, of course, surveying his kingdom from a lofty vantage point.
He turned nimbly on his branch when I went out with my camera..
His manner seemed to suggest that while he wasn't averse to a photo shoot, I'd best get on with it--he didn't plan to stay there all night!
Great photos. He is really talking to you in that first photo.
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FlowerLady
The last shot is perfect - ready to frame.
ReplyDeleteThose crazy cats! They love to revert to their primal ancestors whenever they have a chance.
ReplyDeleteUsually by the time I get the camera they have moved. I keep saying that I should keep one hung around my neck, that's the only way I'm going to catch the little beggers. lol
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I thought about you when the tornadoes went through Kentucky last week, hope they weren't too close. Cats and trees!
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