Sylvester didn’t follow us on our walk Thursday evening, but he met us when we came back. He likes to dive into culverts every so often
Can you see him? Here he is zoomed in.
This is our neighbors’ driveway. We think Dusty might sleep in a culvert sometimes, either this one our ours. We also think Sylvester likes to chase him into the culvert sometimes. But not this time. This time he was just galavanting.
Sylvester likes to come with us if we walk the dogs down to Fouche Gap after dinner. He runs around ahead of us and then falls behind. He meows if we get too far away. People passing in cars always look and smile when they see a cat walking with us and the dogs.
I got tired of Lucy constantly pulling on her leash, so Mark tied it to Zeke’s collar. Zeke barely even knows she’s there.
Sylvester likes to come in and sleep for a while in a bed next to the cat tower, where I usually sprinkle catnip.
Is he stoned, or just tired?
Smokey likes to hang around the dining room table while we eat, hoping we’ll give him something. Monday night Mark had a ground turkey patty and I had a pork chop, but all we had left over was mashed potatoes. I didn’t think he would actually eat them, but he did.
He looked up when Mark took the picture.
It looked like he was thinking, “What’s the matter with you? There’s nothing to see here.”
Smokey likes to play with a little mouse toy we got for Zoe. He goes crazy chasing it around the room. He’s keeping his eye on it here.