Hello. Must be Penguin's day. He looks for snack. Early one morning. When the sun is up before most birds. He is sedate. He walks a little stiffly. Arthritis setting into his joints. He stretches in the sun.
He likes to sit on the porch. To survey. What to do today. Maybe just sit. And think.
What DO cats think about? I wonder.
He's pretty quiet. Nice cat. Seems very happy with his life.
Hot summer day. It's good to sit on cool cement before the heat starts.
His head nods in the heat. Watching the roses bloom.
Maybe he wonders if the Trail is clear. The Cat Trail. Between houses. Worn into the grass. Winter thru Summer. It is there. Grooved by paws. It is well maintained.Well used.....
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Except by Cordelia. She'd rather sniff sweet peas. Or lemonade roses.
Spencer guards the trail. He rolls in it. In the sun. On a lazy summer day.
Unaware that Penguin may be waiting to use it.
The trail is blocked by Spencer. Penguin sits in the sun. Debates. Smokey blocks the other way. Penguin is older. Probably wiser. Not too worried by these young ones. Penguin ignores their romps around him. Penguin sits and contemplates what he will do. His head nods again.
Time to head over the fence. Through the sun. Head home. Slow,measured steps.
On a beautiful summer day that is quiet. A day for Penguin. Just the bees and the cats, flopping on cement. With dreams of days to come.......
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