First Frost

Anywhere I have been I have gazed out a window, sipped coffee. My views in this last year have changed many times– an endless seascape of rooftops and the tall buildings studding the island to our west, the friendly green yard with Jake in the hammock under the hemlock, children running through before dusk, the great grey fog lifting from dinosaur succulents, the flat scrubby brown desert with purple mounds of mountains rising in the distance, the dense pines beyond the screen, and now the glowing brick buildings and their awning-lidded windows gazing squarely into mine.

We will change windows just once more, and then hopefully stay still for a little while.

Here are some cats for your Saturday, whatever your view and accompanying beverage. Cats from two aunts and one Roy.

from CIOCI TINA

That cat-loving godmother of mine sends in this grand compilation of Cats & H2O.

from ROY

I call it “The Chupacabra Sleeps”.

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Roy comments, "Passed Out".

Roy comments, “Passed Out”.

from AUNT JoANN

My New Orleans-dwelling auntie sends in this picture of their feline companion, Rachel, writing “the cat could care less”. Lazy times in the Big Easy.

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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