Friday, October 11, 2013
Graham at one with nature. I'm glad I did some weeding before our recent house inspection and cleared some room in the backyard, because it turns out it is Graham's favourite spot in the garden in which to sit and contemplate nature.
I love looking out the window and seeing him sitting out there, staring into the garden. I imagine he is trying to find something to hunt. Who knows what cats think about.
Of course, I have let him sit out there too long and now dark is falling and he's nicked off somewhere. I can't tell you how anxious I get about Graham being out after dark. I really don't want another one of these debacles where I have to roam the streets pitifully calling his name and trying to coax him off neighbours' roofs and fences while they look on as if I am a complete maniac.
I love looking out the window and seeing him sitting out there, staring into the garden. I imagine he is trying to find something to hunt. Who knows what cats think about.
Of course, I have let him sit out there too long and now dark is falling and he's nicked off somewhere. I can't tell you how anxious I get about Graham being out after dark. I really don't want another one of these debacles where I have to roam the streets pitifully calling his name and trying to coax him off neighbours' roofs and fences while they look on as if I am a complete maniac.
