There is nothing as good as warm concrete on a summer morning. Just ask Mewsette, or any one of about a dozen other cats who’ve lived with me an gloried in the patch of concrete right outside the basement door which seems to hold the sun’s warmth even in the winter.
Mewsette is silly. She cries and cries, softly, at the door when I’m outside in the garden or hanging laundry. Then when I open the door she does a little performance but doesn’t go outside. What she really wants is for me to hold the door open while she enjoys both the outdoors and the indoors.
But this morning I had wet laundry to hang so I got her to walk past the door, then closed it. It’s protected in this spot, and if she makes a move to run I am actually in the way. But she didn’t. She decided the warm concrete was about as far as she was going to go. I thought the series of photos was better than choosing one or two (and slideshows are so easy with a wonderful little plug-in I downloaded!). I should just admit that I usually take way more photos than I will ever need.
(The white powder is diatomaceous earth.)
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