I take a delicious sense of joy when I open the front door before sun up and find all six scrambling cats pawing the door waiting for breakfast. I'm met with eager abandon -- and when I do manage to get the door open to retrieve their food bowls, the six pour into the house like black and white liquid. I need to step carefully so I don't fall over them or squish them in my attempt to ready breakfast! What a hoot! They're beginning to circle my feet as I fill their bowls. Pepper and Boots are quite comfortable in the house, and Blackie, dantiest of them all, is getting more so ... but the others walk around the downstairs with a bit of anxiety ... and any noise has them dashing for cover, paws slipping on the floors! They are enchanting!
All this activity means less birds, I'm afraid. The feeders are still full from my filling weeks ago, and I do worry that the bluebirds who've made their home in our box for five years won't feel comfortable enough to return. I don't know what I'll do about that since the cats are roaming to the furthest reaches of our acreage.
I painted this in anticipation of the snow we didn't have last night.... lol .. but we did have cold rain and I was WISHING for snow --- and yes, a few birds .. I am missing them, too.
Watercolor and India Ink (white)
THANKS so much for the correction, Teri! Next time, write AFTER coffee!! LOL