Poor King George (the neighbor's peacock), waiting for his Juliet......
That's what he seemed to be doing here this morning.... either waiting for his mate, or just trying to keep his feathers dry during today's massive rains. I think King George spent the night on our balcony because early this morning, I distinctly heard him walking across our roof. Like a zombie, I might add.... step by slow and deliberate step, making his way across the top of our house. Then he sat on the railing of the balcony again and tried to keep his feathers tucked in underneath the curve of the eaves.
It's been raining on and off (mostly on) all day long. The cats are not quite happy, but they're safe and dry, and that's all that matters. I haven't let Mickey out of the garage today, so when he wants fresh air (fresh rainy air, actually) then he walks through the little door connecting the garage to the coop, and he can watch the rain falling from the fenced walls of the coop. When his whiskers get just one raindrop on them, he runs back into the garage. Gatsby stays in the house till he hears the rain stopping, then he meows by the back door to go out. Heaven forbid he should miss something outside.
Sweet Pea, however...... he's perfectly (purr-fectly?) content to be an inside cat. I've been reading for most of the afternoon so far and he's been in my lap, cuddled up and alternately purring and snoring. Life is good for these country cats. And no, they are not spoiled.
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