I like this glam shot of Calpurnia.
She’s out on the patio now, where there is a loud cricket chirping somewhere. I’m not sure if she is hunting it or not, but she sure seems to be hanging out where it is loudest a lot. It is a nice night, as the day was just warm enough to keep it from being nippy at night without being too hot in the day.
Even Calla is not immune to the lure of that naked branch (right by her head here). Gus and Julie always spend a few minutes communing with it when they go out front. It isn’t like it is catnip or anything – there are 10 other identical bushes around that don’t seem to be as inviting.
I just heard her pounce into the leaves, so I suppose she is hunting a little. Mr Cricket survives, though.
Thanks for all the nice complements about how clever Calla is. I remember how quickly she adjusted to the ‘house rules’ about waking people up at night and eating food. Normally she’s not very pushy because most of what she wants most get met naturally. But she is the one that I have the most trouble reading.