It’s a dreary Autumn day here on the Avalon Peninsula. Wet but not too cold. Looking out into the oasis I spied a traveler. A new cat in the hood. Perhaps a nomad. He looks healthy enough to belong to someone. He spied me in my window. I can only imagine his secret thoughts.
And only feet away in my greenhouse is Skipper. Just waking from a cat nap. I think he feels a little boxed in. (I can hear the groans.)