Pouncing

Watching.

He spots the ribbon.


Pounces. Cat wins. Cat always wins. Cat makes the rules of the game, which helps.


Snow and clouds, as seen coming out of work. On Thursday, when I saw how much snow stuck up there, I couldn't help laughing. The hot summer stranglehold is broken. There may yet be mild days, but the season has turned.


Scrubbed in all day, four long cases, and me aching and bruised. Swathed in x-ray gown and thyroid shield, sweating for ten hours. Glad to be home, glad of coolness. Up for several hours during the night. When I returned to bed, Moby jumped up as well, so I gave him a thorough head scritching, and he purred exuberantly, then went back to sleep on D. Snuggled so hard, D felt he was being shoved off the bed. Amazing how ten pounds of cat can have so much force, while snoring.