Here we are on our walk . . .
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| Tabby Bobcat ahead. |
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| *sniff* |
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| Always on the look out for deer. Or squirrels. Or any furry creature. |
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| Tabby walks along this branch, blending in with the dreary March colours or brown & more brown. |
He's always the first back to the front door:
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| "Stop taking pictures and open the door!" |
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| Investigating the security of a closed door. |
Back inside:
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| I got this box from Brother Atlasta for Tabby. I knew he'd like it. |
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| Hullo. |
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| Rarrrr or *yawn* |
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| Life is pretty good for this cat in a box. :-) |
In the meantime:
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| Bingo goes back to the cat door. |
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| Tabby joins her. |
But quickly loses interest.
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| This tree is much more fascinating. |
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| Rarrr or *yawn* |
A little history on the tree. And why it's sitting in a pot in an awkward place in the kitchen. Well. I was in the waiting area of the hospital, and this tree was sitting behind me looking a bit parched. I'm thinking I should give it a bit of water. Then these official-worker guys appear with a trolley and are loading up the trees. I asked, "What are you doing with all these trees?" And they said, "We're throwing them away." Gah!!! Really??? So I asked if I could have the one beside me & Chiro-sis also took one. I wish I had had the presence of mind to talk to their supervisor and arrange for homes for the rest of the trees. Poor things. We live in such a disposable society. And I'm not the best with plants. I used to say I had a black thumb, but I've gotten better & have managed to keep green things alive in the house. Anyway, I'll be transplanting the tree into a bigger pot and when it gets nice out, it will be happy on the front porch. :-)
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