Miss Boa likes pie crust.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: snooze.
Boa cat sat this summer and waited, daily.
What is she waiting for? Fawns. I don’t mow my second lot, and a deer would park her two fawns in the yard for one or two days, every fourth or fifth day. Boa is very interested in the fawns. I don’t think she plots to catch one, I think she just likes them. She is sitting about a foot from the trail that the deer have made in the grass.
I think I’m waiting for the weekend, and our concert this weekend.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bask.
We got Princess Mittens and Boa Black at the same time, very different pound kittens. I was out with a complication of influenza (2003) and out for two months. My lungs were swollen and I just had to wait and rest until the swelling went down. Princess was killed by a car at age 10, but we still have Boa.
Princess was an expert at basking.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: home.
Home for me is as much outdoors as indoors. I took this last March. Ms. Boa Cat is guarding me. I am not sure what ghost is in the chair, but I am sure she can see the ghost. She is very aware of my moods.
The back of the library box folds down to a table. This is early morning and the library box faces south.
Here is a bit of the house.
And it’s good to stretch at home in the morning in the sun.
For Mundane Monday #179, my prompt is without words.
Let’s see a photograph where the communication is wordless.
Ms. Boa turns 15 as my daughter turned 21. For a cat, that’s approximately in her 70s. She is smaller, has lost muscle mass. She can still catch mice. And she communicates: ok, mom, enough computer for today. Do something else. This was yesterday and I decided she was RIGHT!
Link your blog or send a message and I will list them next week.
From last week Mundane Monday #178 light and dark:
KL Allendorfer: a gorgeous landscape.
My cat is turning 17 soon. She and I visited a friend yesterday. The friend and I went off to the farmer’s market and returned. I called and the cat didn’t come. I looked under the bed, where she usually hides but she wasn’t there. I search the house and stand staring at the bed…. She couldn’t have gotten out, could she?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: fathom.
Ms. Boa looks the way I have felt this week. And hearing that Aretha Franklin died, I think this expresses my mood.
This is for the Ragtag Daily Prompt: respect. Respect for loss, grief, and cat knowledge too.
Princess Mittens, the cat on the left, is gone. One day she was in the living room, sitting under the vent and staring up at it. I finally paid attention and realized why.
There was a bat in the vent. I could see claws. Ms. Boa became very interested too.
We did get the bat out, by opening the windows upstairs and the vent. Keeping the cats downstairs.
Ms. Boa was sad when our other cat was killed by a car.
Thank you so much for the music, Aretha Franklin.
I took this downtown last week. The cat was sitting looking out. As soon as it saw me it headed for the screen part of the window. I couldn’t quite pet it through the screen.