(Another day of rest in honor of the Ancient
Egyptian Cat Goddess Bast.)
The trees are full of happy birdsong. Baby
birds demanding to be fed. Mother birds anxiously calling after
fledglings that have wandered too far from the nest. Father
birds working overtime to catch enough food to feed hungry
Itís a fabulous time of year. It makes you
think about the wonder of nature and the miracle of life. The
best part of course is that the many baby birds that fall from
the trees make really tasty snacks.
Spent all day pulling fleas out of my fur - I
think for every one I catch another six jump onto me. My humans
are all scratching too. Skirt has been putting white lotion on
everyone. They all look like clowns - but no one is laughing.
Itís a fact: a flea can jump a million times
its own height. If cats could do that we could jump to the moon.