I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it three cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
Okay, first off, I used my new phone app to take these pics. It's call "Blurrogram".
Seriously? It was just barely dawn, and I didn't dare use a flash, and I was taking these pics through the screened kitchen window. So sue me.
I had a whole HERD of deer in my backyard first thing the other morning. Usually the cats and the deer just ignore each other, but on that particular morning? Sodapop decided he was going to get him some venison.
Sodapop is to the left of the tree, at the base of the neighbor's shrub, and the deer is just to the right of the tree. They've both got their ears pricked up and are investigating each other:
Sodapop moves in closer, looking behind him for brotherly reinforcements ("Dudes? DUDES! Get over here!"), as the deer ALSO moves in closer, hoping to get a sniff of this strange creature:
Right after this pic was snapped, both deer and cat decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and they headed off in different directions. Whew! It's bad enough when Soda brings MICE in the house ...