This really is a neighborhood for cats. First there is Mr Pants, whom you’ve all heard me talk about before, Then there is Sasha who came into the yard on Friday as I was barbecuing ribs, she stayed in the yard a good 3 hours hopping from person to person begging for pets, lazing in the sun, stealing Leah’s blanket, and Miss Bit’s seat.
Tonight I also met Gatsby on the way out for coffee tonight, to this last one who greeted me on the way home.
Cute huh? (He’s a polydactyl and he wanted to know why I was fussing with the camera and not petting him.)
He’s pretty but boy he doesn’t look so smart does he?