Roaming the savannah...

that is what we did one early morning last week. We quietly walked down the street when it was still dark, we went to the fenced lot, I opened the gate just enough for ginger to squeeze through and Gustopher followed...they roamed the savannah (our savannah is an abandoned lot where a home used to stand before it burned down mysteriously).



When I told Ollie that it was time to leave he knew that it was time to leave. We headed back up the street to our own savannah, perhaps more orderly, and certainly more private.

Ollie camouflaged himself in the tall grass, he did so skillfully by hopping in the middle of the pile from afar.
"Nobody can see me!", that is what he was thinking, I know.
Gustopher played along, "I cannot see a huge orange cat in sight", he meowed.
Ollie was so proud.
While trying to remain camouflaged Ollie became distracted with the fresh blades of grass.
Gussy sat up high on the wall for a better vantage point.
Ollie
Gussy
Ollie
Gussy
Gussy
We played our pretend games, sometimes we have to. I told them about William Sears who really did live in the Savannah, or pretty close to it. We later watched this, one of his old time children's shows that happens to be very suited for cats too, and we finally ended our daily get together by reading and reflecting on one of his public addresses.

"Let us no longer remain a society of nuclear giants and spiritual midgets. Let us be at last children of God and not of men." Public Address, Bill Sears, London 1963

The cat boys were thrilled and naturally moved to fill their paws with kisses, which they dispersed in the air.

That day, as today, we wished and wish everyone a lovely day. May a cat kiss land on your face.

Ciao!