This is the viewshed primeval.
I normally have a view of the hills of Hell’s Canyon. Today I had hoped to go to Walmart, but I called my friend who works there and she assured me that she could not see across the street from her house or across the Walmart parking lot a few rows. My aspiration of new towels was dashed, utterly and for hours, if today at all.
Paladin naps with his favorite catnip-filled toys. His serenity is remarkable. My husband calls it “Contentedness defined,” and hence an appropriate flamboyant title, which does not disturb Paladin in the least.
A grey and cloudy vista can be morale boosting or demoralizing. Personally I have no real preference. I like clouds. I can’t imagine a bright sunny Christmas day in the northwestern prairie where I live.
Effie’s Dad is a lawyer, so she naturally thought she should have a brief case of her own. She had no way to express this, other than to express the fairness of her desire, so she climbed into my husband’s file-filled brief case to make her point, which we found most endearing.
Paladin received seven wonderful toys containing organic catnip from the 4Cats company in Germany, thanks to Marc-Andre at Katzenworld. This tiger-striped one is his favorite.
Effie loves her catnip-stuffed heart that sticks to her blanketed chair and appropriated the heart that was part of the catnip toy contingent.