We have two cats both are getting old. Our youngest of two cats was born to a farm cat, separated before she was ready, and was later adopted by us from Phil's brother. Of course when we got the second cat we had the first cat, Pumpkin, fixed. But for as long as we've had her she's always trying to escape. Perhaps the desire to be an outside animal is inherited. Phil took the opportunity to take some photos of her in this "natural" habitat.
Checking out the perfect spot to take a nap.
Nope not here.
Would you quit following me? I'm trying to find a place to nap and sun myself.
Ahhhhh, the perfect spot at last.