Eleanor started on the first step of the tree, which meant Moby couldn't go up on HIS tree without a scuffle. Eventually, she left, he got up, then she hopped up to the Second level. There was mild disagreement, but they eventually tolerated each other, in part because I opened the blinds so the second shelf had a view (pictured above.)
A little later, Moby had the tree to himself, but she hopped up again. Ok. Until she tried to provoke him into a chase.
\Ah, the drama.
3 comments:
What wonderful silhouettes.
First photo is great: the good composition, the pale, painterly background and the strong silhouettes - if that was mine I'd make/order a large print and stick it on the wall...
RR,
There they were, and I couldn't resist.
Jean,
Happy accident, but thank you.
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