Sunday, December 6

While I may be day-star phobic ...

... our furry girls aren't. They just love to sit, lie, roll and play in it's deadly rays.
I watch, and comment, from the shady spots.
Ping, being "good" on the step (good meaning she's not stalking or killing anything or pestering poor Small). I have no idea why Small chose this particular spot to rest her weary bones. It can't have been particularly comfortable and it's not as if she's got any padding anymore. She moved, quite some time later, to the garden bed, which is softer.

6 comments:

Zoomie said...

Poor poppet, she probably just ran out of gas there where it was warm. Some days, I know how she feels.

Ms Brown Mouse said...

So do I Zoomie, so do I :)

Pink Granite said...

Perhaps the dirt (concrete?) felt extra warm and cozy to her.
They are both lovely cats.
- Lee

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Lee, concrete, dirt is only for rolling in.
And it's tres warm, cozy and ... hard :)

cookiecrumb said...

Ohhh. Small looks quite clanky. It's good to see her actually slipping away, because it will be easier.
I wish her warmth and softness. What a sweetie.

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Cookie, I don't think it's going to make it any better at all, I suspect it's going to be horrid