I haven't seen the little barn cat, Missy, in at least a couple of weeks. I put down food morning and night and the bowl is empty each time. I hope she is okay and just keeping a low profile, otherwise I'm feeding some unseen creature, another freeloader. I do miss her surprise appearances and rub-ups and her tiny squeak of a meow.
We're back to t-shirt weather and due for more low-grade heat. Saturday is the official start of fall. The oaks have taken that literally and leaves are dropping, swirling on the breeze and covering the deck. Bess is on a mission to bring in as many as she can on every trip out the door. "I'm helping clear the deck, Mom." Gee, thanks.
I think Ralph can count. Both cats get a small helping of treats every morning up on the counter before I head out for chores. Celeste makes sure I don't forget by herding me into the kitchen and leading me to the Treat Spot. Ladies get served first, and Ralph always looks at Celeste's little pile of goodies before starting on his, seemingly to assure himself that she isn't getting more. It's gotten so that I actually count out the little pieces for each. Can't have sibling rivalry. I don't want to hear Tom and Dick Smothers, "Mother always liked you best."
Maybe I'll see Missy today. One can hope.
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Ah yes, Missy...I hope she makes an appearance. It would be interesting to set up a motion-activated camera to see who is actually eating her food!
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