In a little miracle, the camera properly decided to focus on the cat and not the twig in front of the cat. Poor sad little Lantana bush. The stuff grows like a weed, even without watering in parking lots and such around town. Not in my back yard. Same thing with Bougainvillea – mine is about dead. That stuff is like Kudzu except when I want it to grow.
Mister Gus needs to touch a different rock with each toe.
This is the first time in quite a while that Gus has sat in the dirt and not on the rocks. That’s one of Calla’s faves, to alternate sitting on stone with dirt next to the stones.
Julie deserves a dignified picture after a couple of days of dangling feet and open mouth shots. So here’s one.