MY FAVORITE CAT PICTURE (BESIDES THE ONE WHERE MISSLE BRUSHES HIS TEETH )
This is my second blog this week about cats. And I had one earlier about dogs. And I had one earlier about roadrunners, coyotes, and javalinas.

Ever since I watched Eight Below, I've been in animal mode. Well, along with 40th reunion mode. You know my classmates ad I are closer to being 65 than 50. We're closer to being 70 than 40. We're closer to being 80 years old than 30. Well, I warned you about modes.

But this picture amazes me, with perfect alignment. Tail, feet, centered nose. That cat must have had to pose time and time again for hours to achieve the desired effect of the photographer. Even the fish is in perfect symmetry.

I'll scan the Missile picture for faithful reader(s). No adjustment or re-takes were necessary to catch Courtney's cat brushing his teeth.

A hummingbird is hitting on a dead sprig of agave or aloe plant just outside the window just now. I won't write anymore about him for fear that I'll get into the bird mode. I have been thinking about birds though. Why do only young kids and old folks (those closer to 65 than 50) pay much attention to birds anyway(s)?