This is Jack when I ask him to please get off the bed so I can make it. He just looks the other way, the better to pretend that he is not aware of my presence and that he definitely can not hear me. When I actually start pulling at the covers though, he jumps off the bed in a huff, sounding like a buffalo jumping off a cliff. When he runs through the house, which he does occasionally, he sounds like a herd of buffalo.
Terromph, terromph, terromph.
A few nights ago when Mr. Moon got in bed he wondered where Jack was. Jack is usually snuggled in by the time my husband gets to bed. That night he had not yet made an appearance but just after we turned out the light, he was suddenly there, between us, as if he'd heard us talking and thought, "Oh Lord. I'm late to bed. My humans need me." And he presented both of us with his head to scratch, first Glen, then me, and settled down next to my hip the way he does. He knows not to try and cuddle the Man Human. This is not tolerated.
I took an almost-decent walk today. I just went down the sidewalk and then to the property line of the ranch we admire so much that has sprung up a little way down the road. I saw no sheep, cows, horses or donkeys. I was disappointed. It makes my day to see a donkey. They charm me with those ears and soft eyes and round bellies. I should get a donkey. It could live in the hen house with Moana. She could perch on his back and they could be friends.
Well, that's a fantasy.
I also did a little weeding of the crocosmia this afternoon. This is how thickly it is growing in one of the areas in the front yard.
Oh, god. I am getting old.
"What is WRONG with you, Cat?" I asked her. She just walked away as she always does.
Today I also noticed a very old, aged and weatherworn piece of wood with the most beautiful design in it.
Maurice took an interest in it too. A brief interest.