Miss Collar still acts like the proverbial cat on a hot tin roof when she is inside, but that is slowly subsiding. Crawford is all calm, cool and collected and sampling locations for napping.
The periodic downpours have been helping. The kitties don't do inclement weathers if they can help it.
Now we stroll in the opposite direction when I go to supper at my mother's house. It is a good time of year for this change of routine. I go through the sunny utility meadow much more often and get to see the full riot of summer blooms.
After supper we stroll back to our new home. The kitties may have less angst about leaving than me.
The ridge top garden has plenty to offer as well. Every near sunny spot is filled with the blooms of summer. I go through the garden instead of walking down the driveway. It's not so close at hand as it used to be.
This new routine is bound to feel normal in time.
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Those kitties will stay with their master as they have learned of the love there.
A wonderful bloom filled stroll either way you choose to go.
Nothing like Mom's cooking, huh!!!!
Isn't it interesting how walking a familiar path in the opposite direction that you are used to walking it makes the scene seem new.
So is it the kitties that left all those empty liquor & wine bottles on the porch in photo #1?
Do you bring your mom flowers for the table?
Lola that's for sure, my mom doesn't cook like anyone else. It's food though.
Lisa it is a whole new feel going to visit the place I lived for four years. Should I knock on the door?
Jim I have people drinking for me. My cats are teetotalers. Eventually those bottles will end up as edging like in the upper left of that same picture.
Chuck I would not dream of cutting my mother's flowers. I might get smacked.
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