Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Imposter

Our yard is a crossroads of sorts, with various neighborhood cats using it as a shortcut to their hunting grounds in the field next door. One such feline is the Imposter, so named because on a moonlit night, he looks ever so much like Thomas, our most favored visitor. The Imposter has never warmed up to us and growls and moans at our approach. We've tried to be friends, but he's not having it.

Until recently... Most of the cats stop by the patio to partake of several clumps of catnip. Usually the sound of the patio door opening is enough to send the Imposter running. It must have been the warm autumn evening combined with catnip induced lethargy. He stuck around long enough to eat a pinch of nip and pose for a picture.


The Weaver of Grass said...

He'll be indoors and curling up on a sunny window sill before you know it - I know cats - they are very clever.

Sweet Repose-Junk Revival said...

Nothing that a lil' nip won't cure...I love walking your coastline gazing out over the Pacific,even if only through your lens, it is truly God's country, your California, just to smell the salty air...ahhhh...the tourists are all in Florida now, my Mom says the roads are getting packed again with Canadian cars...argh...wish it was me!!!

Been rearranging in the shop all day, that's what happens when dealers come buy, you have all them holes...YIPPEE!!!