By the time I got home this evening, the A/C was kicking on, so I was not required to choose if I wanted to avoid catching the cats off guard. So I let them out with it running from the start.
Harrison is either the bravest, or the deafest, or both. He ignored it while the kittens hung close to the door. When I came out Harrison came bounding back to meet me, then spun around to bound back down the path. Then he had this great idea – he has gotten behind most of the bushes in the yard from time to time, and rather than bound down the path he tried to bounce behind one of the plants in a flowerbed.
Bad move, as he was tangled up in a perennial flower plant and needed some help to get out again. But once settled, he bounced right out there ahead of me like nothing had happened. He was leaping from rock to rock the whole way.
Rhea came out after us and stared down the unit as she does.
After a while, even cautious Davout came out to look.
After his running around, Harrison was content to sit and feel the breeze and the air. He was tired, but it also seems he likes to commune with nature like this.
Davout kept getting farther out and closer to the unit like a brave fellow.
Then I looked next to me and saw Rhea chawing on this straw like the proverbial farmer. Then I started to wonder just how long this thing was and grabbed her and pulled it out. There were about six inches down her throat! And she wanted it back.
She doesn’t seem to get that she’s supposed to bite it into parts.
This commotion was a bit too much for Davout and he retreated.
Rhea didn’t seem very happy about it either.