My very indoor cats spend half their time staring longingly out the window--like they're somehow being tortured by having to live inside with me (get over it, gatos negros). So every now and then I leave the backdoor open for them to sniff the air, stare-down dragonflies, and creep around the yard--as if the St. Augustine grass is actually the Serengeti.Some whisker shots from this lazy Saturday afternoon ....
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Look at those precious babies!!
ReplyDeleteMine do the same thing! And when you wrangle them indoors, do they meow at the door like crazed drug fiends for the next two weeks?
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