Lloyd and I had big plans to go to Lincoln on Saturday, but after we woke up at 9 (and I had slept 12 hours!!), he said, “Forget it. We’ll go tomorrow.”
So, here I was with a whole day with no obligations and a long list of things that could be done: pay some bills, take down the Christmas tree, do the laundry, start the big house purge, clean the house…. and instead I ate a bunch of food, took a sitting-up nap where I drooled on myself, and took pictures of Aslan Kitty.
Aslan Kitty is what I have named the big cat that has slowly made the entire neighborhood his territory. He lives down the street, but has marked every yard as his own. He made three separate trips into our yard today (that I know of) and did battle with some dry leaves and a piece of trash blowing around. (He is very fierce.) It’s a good thing that he’s not my cat, because I would totally shave him so he looked like a lion.
Wait – maybe I wouldn’t. I just googled images of ‘cat shaved to look like a lion’ and the pictures I saw were just sad. You can keep your fur, Aslan Kitty. Pity and your agile fence-climbing skilz have saved you.