The cats were nuts today! Swinging from the chandeliers. If we had chandeliers, that is.
First up, Barney.
We started on the ground, fighting off the Red Menace. Not the Communists, you sillies. The sash to my robe.
Next it was straight up the screen to the top of the door. We can do this these days because it’s been the most glorious fall weather ever.
Barney pauses to consider.
Wonder what’s back there.
[Well you can’t see! Not for family viewing!]
OK, Barnes. Here’s the money shot, to make up for that rank indiscretion.
Uh-oh. That somnolent look again. Get down, Barnes, before the need to nap overcomes.
Whew. Safe in the ess. (No idea what the airplane ears were for.)
Next up, Bugs. You have picture the next sequence done at top speed!!
First, we must take a mad dash and flying leap up into Base Camp shelves. It’s a wonder those poor excuses for shelves didn’t collapse; as you can see, they’re pretty lame.
Next, into the bedroom pronto. Air conditioner, with locust (by Bugs’s chin) who chose to creep into the window-frame and die there. Why? Why ask why. I like the balancing tail. Notice also the lovely African piece, relegated down there in the corner because various tails kept whipping her off the wall and onto the floor. Life with cats, you know what I’m talkin’ bout. At least I can see part of her this way.
Next post-haste into the living room. Barely caught him as he dashed past Nelson’s Column.
Long-gone here. I think I hear him back in Base Camp.
Yup. Base Camp north window. Note the balancing tail again. I love the tracery effect of the vines. Which, truth be told, are threatening to engulf this little cabin. Must be a relative of kudzu I got growing out there.
Now the bathroom north window. I must do something about that cord. Kindly ignore the dryer-sheet stuffed in the crack there. That was from the ant infestation. Ever heard that one? — dryer sheets make ants disappear. True. Works.
Thank Cod. Winding down at last. Too bad about the blue eye. Red-eye removal wouldn’t work.