Thursday, August 18, 2011
That's what mom calls the porch kitty. She's usually waiting on the porch about six am. Right now she retreats down one step, just out of reach and waits until you're on the other side of the door to come up. She's taken to shuttling between our house and the house across the street that also has a former street cat hanging out. The center of the yard has several day lilies, a lilac and a barberry. Perfect it seems for hanging out; I see a little orange flash every once in awhile; usually in the afternoon when it's about time for a snack. She meows; I think. I mean I see her mouth move but her meow is smaller than she is.