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 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.
We were really surprised Thursday morning. The Atlanta TV weather forecasters expected us to get around five inches, but we didn’t believe it. Instead we got seven.
The cats all went out in the morning. Mark saw Smokey walking in a crouch across the driveway. The snow wasn’t as deep on the driveway, but it drifted up against the garage door so deep it was hard for the cats to come and go.
He looked like he was stalking something. He was. Rusty was his target.
That’s Rusty, with Chloe standing a little ways off.
Rusty turned to meet him.
He doesn’t scare Rusty.