Paladin sits on a window sill, looking out toward farms, subdivisions, and basalt hills. We see them very clearly, but the glass collaborates with the bright sunlight to virtually erase what we see. The sunlight and window also conspire to cause Paladin to appear green. For the record, the room is green, Paladin’s eyes are green, and his fur is not green.
He is amazing. I am persuaded that Paladin would be able to carry close to his own weight in his toes if he had to. Paladin has five toes on each of his front paws. Four toes is the usual, but some cats have seven.
I had just completed vacuuming our home in an hour and 20 minutes. Paladin was outside and looked with pitiable aspiration to come in. I let him in with a rag towel ready, as it was muddy outside. Paladin dodged the rag towel and hurried in. He ate a few bites of food and headed for his litter box. I scooped the one lump from the litter box, disposed of it in a plastic bag, and took it outside to the trash.
Next, Paladin made his rounds between his food in my den and Effie’s food in the dining room, which he regularly raids. The litter between his toes was everywhere. Bits of litter formed a trail from my den, across the hall to my husband’s den, then onward across the living room and into the dining room to Effie’s food.
I hauled out the vacuum again and followed the Great White Clay Trail until it was no more. I took an ibuprofen. Paladin accomplished his indoor errands. He ate his food, he ate Effie’s food, he used his litter box, and he spread kitty litter across his four-room trail.
What a clever laddie Paladin is, and with such commodious toes.
Rain is falling, hard.
Effie has a way of napping in her chair, through rain and almost everything else.
Paladin seeks cover under the bed.
Effielanders Effie and Paladin refuse to leave their grounds and come into the house when it’s a mere hundred degrees outside and their water drippers are providing only very warm water. Paladin naps, and Effie walks around drinking warm water. They seem not to mind in the least.
Effie finds a bit of shade in some grass, intermittently drinking warm water without flinching.
Paladin rests in a small patch of grassy shade by a pot of fresh growing catnip. He’s not punch-drunk; the sun’s in his eyes.
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The pelicans are a beautiful sight on the pond. We don’t consider them competitors, and I suspect they don’t think of us at all. My husband took this photo.
My husband and I headed for the pond immediately after dinner last night to fish for trout. Rain was falling, but trout were leaping, and six came home in our ice chest. I caught five, the legal limit, 9-1/2″ – 11-1/2″, and my husband caught one. I was able to fish more continually because he unhooked the fish I caught and did the gutting and bagging, enabling me to keep casting, and, miraculously, catching and landing. We caught our six trout in just over an hour, and returned home wet, chilled, and triumphant.
Effieland has much diversity for a cat to explore. Here Paladin is transfixed by a grapevine.
The blue flax flowers seem a suitable backdrop for Paladin’s dark Tabby markings.
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