Outsitting in her field
Embers pulled a vanishing act yesterday from the back yard. I didn't see her go, I didn't see her return--just that for a while she was not to be seen at all. I walked around the block and encountered Dave the dog guy in front of his place, asked if he'd seen a small dark cat in the past few minutes. He hadn't, but his dogs were quite friendly to me, and so was he. I'm very glad that we've mended the hostility that has existed there the past several years. It is cool again this morning and a... Sign in to see full entry.