While Franklin the cat seems unfazed by seasonal changes, when the last emerald greens leave I’ll have the blues.
We have book news! There’s a lovely review of my book, Catwoods, on Goodreads and also on the Amazon link to the upper right, where you can purchase the book. Here’s the link to the review by writer Carolyn Breckinridge (no cover pic on Goodreads yet):
Check out Carolyn’s mysteries, Tuscaloosa Moon and Tuscaloosa Boneyard. She also has a book of short stories, Kaleidoscope Jane & Other Stories. All three are deep character explorations and are full of twists you don’t see coming!
Back to the forest. Still green!
I meant to show this one in July.
“Y’all giant hunters could catch me a deer to eat!”
“Um, no. We’re not actually hunters.”
“Oh yeah? Where does all that canned and dried meat come from then?”
“Complicated to explain, kitty.”
“Look Franklin, we drove out to the road and I took kudzu pictures!”
Late in the summer, kudzu does bloom.
“I could go prowlin’ there. Catch my own deer. Purrrrrrrr.”
“Not gonna happen kitty, but the deer do come and eat it.”
“Good to know! Purrrrrr.”
(“He’s going to be a picky eater.” That’s what our friend who gave him to us said.)
Kudzu usually stays in sunny places and doesn’t go into the forest. It tries, though. I know my photos are far from technically perfect and they have too much sunglare in them. But the pics convey the experience of all those big leaves bouncing the light around when you’re standing next to them!
Here’s the pines again, I can’t stay away. Even though they’re not going anywhere. Evergreen. It sticks around.
It will soon be the season when everyone’s snugged in, moody, and musing, like Franklin is in this picture.
Meanwhile Shelley’s a jazzed tortie, and how! Our friend’s cat always frantically dances around me, rubbing all over my shoes and jeans when we visit her person in town. She leaves plenty of white fur on me. The picture is way out of focus because she’s in mid-dance here.
“Oh yeah,” says Frankie, “I smelled her when y’all came back. So that’s the varmint! Phsssst!”
A friend who’s a metal artist gave us this cat sculpture for the “garden”.
I mean, look at those reddish areas. This was freakin’ August! That’s why I have autumn blues already.