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Promises, promises....
Gray day out there, chill wind, but the promised white stuff seems to have taken a right turn and headed over toward the fictional land of Barnstead and That Cat. I'd guess that the nature center crew were right to cancel the scheduled sea-bird cruise for this morning, though. They had planned to take a lobster-boat sized craft out from the end of Roque* Bluffs, a couple of hours' drive east of here.
Speaking of cats, we have a defective lot around here. Looked out the window the other day and spotted Mittens tucked up into a comfortable cat-loaf under the bird-feeder. Right behind Mittens, also looking comfy and close enough that their tails touched, was a squirrel chowing down on the sunflower waste from overhead. Cat, meet rodent. Rodent, meet cat.
*Note to LJ spellcheck -- that is _not_ a spelling error for "Rogue."
Gray day out there, chill wind, but the promised white stuff seems to have taken a right turn and headed over toward the fictional land of Barnstead and That Cat. I'd guess that the nature center crew were right to cancel the scheduled sea-bird cruise for this morning, though. They had planned to take a lobster-boat sized craft out from the end of Roque* Bluffs, a couple of hours' drive east of here.
Speaking of cats, we have a defective lot around here. Looked out the window the other day and spotted Mittens tucked up into a comfortable cat-loaf under the bird-feeder. Right behind Mittens, also looking comfy and close enough that their tails touched, was a squirrel chowing down on the sunflower waste from overhead. Cat, meet rodent. Rodent, meet cat.
*Note to LJ spellcheck -- that is _not_ a spelling error for "Rogue."
