Cat Knack

It’s Sunday and partly sunny. I caught some rays in the yard when Cowboy demanded to be taken out. He’s getting old and doesn’t go on long walks anymore, but he likes to sniff around, see if the dog upstairs has been around lately, check on Cheeky the squirrel who spends his/her days moving pinecones to the pile the kids upstairs made.
It was chilly, so while C'boy sniffed, I took photos of bright red rose hips and snowflakes resting lightly on leaves from the morning dusting. He and Miss Kitty got their Sunday treat already; sat like regal statues looking at the cabinet where I keep the cans until I got the message and opened it. Wish I could fill my plate just by staring at it, but I lack the cat knack.
It’s Sunday, and not much is happening. Kind of the calm before the storm with a busy week/month ahead.
It’s Sunday so I cooked—a rare enough activity around here—eggs over easy, peppers, garlic, sausage, toast with raw honey and OJ.
It’s Sunday and a lovely day to rest.