Silhouettes

Much chasing, all morning, no hissing. Here, watching birds. Moby tried to suggest to Eleanor that he'd like a spot at the open window, but she was not interested, so he watched out the other one. They seem to have found a balance, a concurrence on the rules of engagement.


Eleanor extremely feisty all morning. Chasing everything, had to be petted and brushed, more attacking. I had my foot at the end of the bed, and felt a paw on my toes. Guess where she was. No claws, though.

So, while Moby naps on the bed, I gave her a small dose of catnip, which seems to have mellowed her out a bit.




Also, spotted a Cassin's Finch, feeding a fledgling. Color on our local birds is rare enough, I tend to notice.