caturday

Caturday.

Truman has been very intent on keeping track of the visitors around the house. I know he’s itching to get outside, but that would be very dangerous for a guy like him in a desert like this.

Caturday.

Truman has decided that when he’s inspecting who is entering that end of the house, he no longer wishes to be on the landing at the top of the stairs. He now feels the first step from the top is more appropriate for his presence.

Caturday.

It’s Caturday! Truman enjoys watching the aviation traffic in and out of the patio area of the house. He doesn’t really provide air traffic control, he just keeps an eye on things.

Caturday.

Truman and I had some bonding moments this past week. Here he is looking at me wondering when I was going to dispense a treat.

Caturday.

Truman has been very interested in what’s been going on in the back yard and around the gazebo. The activity can be attributed to the birds in the area. They’ve really piqued his interest this year.

A brown and white cat stands on its hind legs, looking out of a window. The window offers a view of lush greenery and distant hills. Sunlight filters through the palm fronds visible outside, casting soft shadows on the interior walls. The cat appears curious or attentive, pawing gently at the window. Nearby, a colorful geometric-patterned pillow rests against the wall on a dark wood floor.