We had wonderful summer temperatures and my cats and I moved outside, except Pookie who stayed with Mr. G. inside. Pookie doesn't like to go out anymore, only occasionally. The fact that she is completely deaf makes her unsure.
Rosie was hesitating if she should go into the tent or better stay outside, and as all cats do, she gave herself a good wash, thought it over and decided to rather settle down under the bushes.
Which she did, watching out for birdies and mousies, but without any success.
Arthur has taken back his job as doorman and greets everybody who approaches the house. Here I came back from shopping. When I went across the street to our neighbor, he followed me, sat down in the middle of the street and meowed loud his operas ! I don't know why, fortunately we have no traffic in the street !
I had cleaned our little graveyard, which Arthur had to visit immediately, he loves the smell of chloride which I had used to clean the white pebbles. Unfortunately he thought I had prepared him a new outside litterbox ! No respect !
After having worked enough I found him sleeping in the sunshine in the front of the kitchen door.
Pookie stayed on her sofa and Kim had become the invisible cat again, I only wonder when she eats ? Maybe she has a cat restaurant here in the neighborhood, because she is not skinny at all.