Mackers is hanging out in the basement, just getting his head together

Cat math: Breakfast + nap - dad clipped claws + dad gave catnip - brushing by dad + eat rest of Mackers’ breakfast + loaf in sunsplash = pretty good morning so far.

He gets desperately needy late at night and is rarely away from my lap. We also have a whole silly bedtime routine that he insists upon every night when I finally turn in.

Asked and answered

He’s asking himself, “do I want a belly rub badly enough to bestir myself from this comfy pillow?”

I understand they are declining in numbers, and I feel my own experience reflects that. I’ll go years and years without seeing one.

Who knows? Their night vision is so much better than mine. There’s a lot of night wildlife around here, one reason they’re indoor cats. But the thing that really riles them up is when they see another cat.

That rare afternoon autumn sun might have brought him out. Also, a lot of caterpillars marching across the path. Not sure if those are food.

Another guest appearance: this beautiful grey heron giving me the profile shot, also at the UW horticulture park. Never get tired of looking at these dramatic birds.

Guest appearance: this wriggly little fellow down in the UW horticulture park. I so rarely see them anymore. I shooed him off the bike path and into the nice undergrowth.

My guess is they saw some wayfarer of the night like a raccoon, possum, coyote or, the worst, another cat.

They were watching out the window at night when I came in and turned on the light. Took the pic and turned it off again so that they could carry on with their secret cat business.

lol. Had never seen that. They always look like this. Very sweet

Guest appearance by Friday Harbor local. There were five of these seals hauled-up on different nearby slips, lazing the afternoon away.

Only head-to-head butts accepted. Butt-to-head butts not accepted.

Bath time

Seen in Sidney, BC, in our lovely and much put-upon neighbor Canada, proving definitively that when you have a cat in your lap you really can’t move.

Mackers says hello by mushing his face into mine.

Keeping an eye on the backyard goings-on.

If this looks like an indistinguishable blotch of black fur, that’s because it’s Mackers giving me his usual close-range greeting.