Pretty sleepy kitty
The trip northward along the east side of Yukon Street, from 13th Avenue down to 10th, always takes me past three or four grand old homes variously wood framed, clad in brick and stone; some topped with turrets and cupolas and all surrounded by big trees that are, in turn, fenced in by low stone walls.
And yesterday there was one sleepy cat.
The cat was initially a flash of white glimpsed through green leaves and brown tree branches. Its white and chestnut fur was dappled by shadows as it lay supine atop one of the stone walls, partially in the bright light of the sun and partially in the cool shade of a tree.
A pair of passers-by woke it, not I. But as a result of the pair’s noisy passage, the cat flicked an ear and opened one eye.
It regarded me calmly through the tree branches as I continued to snap photos. Then it arched its back and stretched a bit before rolling onto its side again. One big yawn and it settled down to napping, apparently picking up right where it had left off. Click the images to enlarge them.