Gold eyes, peering out from gold leaves. White Cat is on the hunt, prowling for little birds that flock to my back garden to feed. The grapes are just about ready.......all 6 bunches......not a lot this year.
She sees birds.....but they foil her most often than not. The leaves are changing rapidly these days, and the wind is colder, and the weather wetter. White Cat is damp from the leaves, but she still purrs .
The Weeping Katura tree changes along with the rest........the birds still find sanctuary...
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