I’m off this week and by mid-afternoon the cats were getting bored with the novelty of having me hanging around.
I had no further excuse to avoid letting them out back. It was a nice day out, if a bit windy. A few doors down a neighbor was having some trees cut down and chipped with a wood chipper. This made Davout reluctant to poke his nose out very far. Rhea had it all to herself.
The winds have blown a lot of leaves from the tree out front into the yard, and pine needles too.
Then Rhea started yawning…
“Shouldn’t you be doing some basic yard care instead of embarrassing me on the internet?”
I went inside for a few minutes until I noticed Davout sitting on the patio giving me significant looks. I came out and found a breakout in progress….
I never did finish Rhea-proofing this tree, although it seems that the tree has almost made itself climb proof. There are a few tufts of her hair snagged here and there on twigs.
I ducked under and stood by the side wall (where she was headed). I was so close I actually had to hold the camera beside my head to focus it. She was too wedged in to pull down from here, but she couldn’t find another way down or up to some other place. Finally I managed to get her loose and drop her inside.
It might have been easier when she was littler. This picture amuses me because she looks as if she is floating.