Monday, May 30, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
I remember ,once ,in the winter seeing him trail through the snow, all the way up the hill to the laurel hedge on the side. His fur was matted with snow and ice, but he was still as pleasant as can be when we gave him treats. I watched for that little cat, afterwards.....he must have sat there for ages, staring at all the little birds, before disappearing somewhere. A survivor,that's what he is. He never complains.