When The Neighbours' Cats Come to Visit.

 Today felt like April. Or May. The neighbours' cats came for a visit. In nicer weather they lounge around and snooze. They get you to stop  and sit with them.  Spencer is the snooziest. Morgan often picks him up, feet dangling, and cuddles him as if he were a teddy bear. He seems to know he's welcome.Smokey  peers in the door every day. His eyes  searching .  On a warm day like this he is  apt to flop on the doorstep to prolong his visit.

 "I love cats because I enjoy my home, and little by little, they become its visible soul."
                             (Jean Cocteau)

  And then there's this one.He came for a visit as well.  This young tabby. He toddles around after Smokey. He lives down the block. He bounces around like a ball. Smokey thinks he is great fun.

         When they come to visit they snuzzle noses.
                                   While Cordelia shows the world how pretty she really is.
"If a cat has decided to love you, there's not a great deal you can do about it." (K. Smythe)

  And there is a sign of spring. Today, when the neighbours' cats came to visit. Very early. Too early.This bush will often bloom in winter, but only here and there. This year it is popping like popcorn. I think the cats have noticed the change.

  When the neighbours' cats come to visit, they sit in patches of sun. Unmoving. Staring. Dozing.

                                                  Staring in windows.

                                    Teaching the younger ones to circle.

 "Cats have nightmares about: being chased by mice the size of dogs. Life number ten. Being bathed in soapy water then covered in flea powder.Work. Being laughed at for getting stuck up a tree. Turning into a dog." (Stuart and Linda MacFarlane)
          And it's good to stop for a moment. Or more. When the neighbours' cats come to visit.