CATS ON TUESDAY

The heat wave continues and I moved my "office" on the terrace. Arthur's tent serves me as sun screen.
And while I am "working" I observe my little cats.

Arthur had found half of a bird egg and sniffed it very thoroughly but it wasn't interesting enough and he left it with his usual generosity to Rosie.
.jpg)
Rosie sniffed too, and even tried to eat it, but apparently it didn't taste good enough so she left it too and turned to other activities such as
.jpg)
laying lazily in the heat, just besides our pet cimetary or she climbs in the trees and watches the world from there.

One evening we made a barbecue and of course Rosie and Arthur came and waited for some meat but as it took so long Arthur gave up and went away. Pookie and Kim didn't show up.


Mr. G. tried to get the cats moving and wanted to amuse them with soap bubbles, but they were not interested at all as you can see, so he amused himself.

He also prefers to stay inside and "work" at his computer in his office. One afternoon he heard terrible loud snores behind him. He looked at the sofa but there was nobody not even a ghost who snored. He got up and looked from where the snoring was coming and found Pookie squeezed in a little corner behind the sofa where apparently it was cool enough to sleep deeply and well. It's really amazing that such a little cat can snore like a man ! Sometimes I suspect Mr. G. and it was Pookie ! See ...