Monday, April 05, 2010
Boy Cats at home
The cats enjoy a rainy day once in a while. They were sharing my desk top earlier, watching the wind blowing in the trees and grooming each other. The grooming usually morphs into a tussle of some kind - it starts out as a sleepy, sweet kind of licking at each other's faces and then one bites the other's ear or pulls on a bit of hair and the battle is on. Away they fly charging up and down the stairs, ears folded back, eyes wild; they run back and forth in the long hallway so vigorously that I can hear their feet pounding. After a few minutes, they collapse in satisfied exhaustion, just like little boys.