Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Tell Tale Tail
When the shades were drawn at dawn, what should catch my eye but the striped tail of Thomas, curled just so where he'd perched himself in search of breakfast.
He usually crouches at ground level, in the shadows of the birdbath, so his elevated perch took me by surprise. A new trick up his sleeve!
Once he became aware of me, all the sudden he wanted down, and quickly. The can of albacore he's been chipping away at inside may have had something to do with that.
He couldn't remember how he'd gotten up there in the first place, so with a boost from a step stool, he was easy to lift down.