Summer Sunday.

Ceiling fan = on.

Sky.

Boats.

Hummingbird at the feeder.

Ants under the hummingbird feeder.

The ever-vigilant feline.

Hey! Whatchew you doin' out there? That's my lawn! Y'all go on back home now! Don't make me come down there!

Comments

[Carrie]

Your summer sounds so much better than mine!

[Nora]

For some reason, I imagine all cats having British accents... were they to speak.

It was a glorious weekend, wasn't it?

[Chris]

Ahhh...

[dale-harriet in WI]

Oh, my FRIEND! Lovely post, of course - but I can't TELL you how much I enjoyed the loons. That's a magical sound, and one made precious in its rarity. The last time I heard them was when we were on the bosom of Lake Superior at our 18th century event....imagine lying in a lodge, cozy in the feather tick - the fragrance of campfires wafting around - and hearing the loons calling on the lake....... With the recording one can light and blow out a stick match, close one's eyes - and enjoy the Recollection. Megwetch!

[Diane]

That's some watch kitteh you have there. I bet you feel all protected and secure.

[Stacey]

Looks like a lovely day indeed.

[soxanne]

~sigh~

[Angie]

Such a pretty feline on a lovely Sunday!