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Showing posts with label The weekend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The weekend. Show all posts

Saturday

Finally my turn



Today was simple beautiful. Dad was cleaning the house and washing the tiles, when I decided to go out on the balcony. After seeing it was all clear and that there was more sun puddles to be had on the deck I ventured there. Dad kept an eye on my so I felt safe but I could not help be on special alert. After a gust of wind, causing leaves to be picked from the branches, tumbling down to the awaiting pile covering much of the backyard, it was especially those that had already fallen and were now stirred that caused me to be on alert. 




Dad has access to a new camera, a small pocket digital that has been laying around his son’s room and was not being used, so now I get my picture taken a little more.




I have to focus on our fence line making sure there is no one trespassing.




Now back on the balcony the surveillance continues




because one has to keep an eye for intruders.




I even have to look over dad’s shoulder.




Sometimes it gets so busy all I do is turn my head
from one side to the other —

It can make you dizzy.




Time for a break and soak up some weaning autumn sunlight.




Now before you leave us, let me share with you
my next post. It is about dad and what he
has been up to these last months.

Here is a preview.











(^..^)
♥




Oh no it's the weekend!



What is a cat to do?


Though dad is home during the week, he leaves me mostly alone, except for when he is in the garden or just wants to come by my big pillow and rest his head next to mine for a little while.


Yet on the weekend things are very different around the house, as I won't be getting much rest, not until the evening when all the house cleaning, laundry, gardening and other chores are done. Coming to think of it, dad already did the laundry and part of the house cleaning yesterday.


Earlier last night I overheard dad say to mum that he needed to do some grocery shopping for me tomorrow—can't wait o see what he brings home, cuss I'm a fussy eater. I'll let you know how it went.