I let Julie out front when I got home today but he was hunkering down because the angry birds were chirping at him. The other cats went inside at this, but Julie was made of slightly sterner stuff and stayed.
I stood next to him and he relaxed some and started moving about. I was glad enough he was ignoring the birds, but this meant that he decided to stick right by me, making picture taking harder.
I got this one by sitting down. When the neighbor drove his car home and was getting out I managed to get him squared away for a picture with no squinting.
When there are no distractions, he likes the lawn. It is good for rubbing on, and good for eating and puking up breakfast with 18 hours later.
This morning I saw a roughed up lizard that Julie must have caught in the last day or so, and when I picked it up it was alive! I carefully put it outside and felt a hero. But this evening the fellow was about 5 inches away from where I left him. Oh well.
Calla had a good time out back once it was dark enough for the birds to go to bed. Gus just can chill out where the birds don’t go…