Cat Walk

Those two cats are a bit more destination oriented than any of ours.

On a walkabout our male simply flops down every minute or so and rolls on his back for tummy rub, the female doesn't like to follow (or be followed) and our gender nonconforming tux rarely goes more than a dozen feet before finding something to hunt as survived as a feral before showing up injured and near death hunting rats in our rockery.

Cat Walk, of course, reminds me of Taj Mahal’s Cakewalk Into Town which we once heard him perform live in a small bar. Amazing blues. Amazing man. Amazing times.

Cats keep us connected to all of the amazing things around us.