Sammy

I love Sammy's habit on these mornings of lying down and dozing, stretched out on the patio table. Pop is right about him looking like such a big cat. Though, I know he is like Willy in being a modest breed of cat, and not really being a top male. But he should be able to hold his own in the neighborhood, except for the biggest and fiercest of wild dogs.

a June-like bite

Man, that sun already has a June-like bite. At least it isn't April.

Cats and summer days

All three cats came in for a bite to eat, and since the temp is in the mid 90s, I kept them inside, to spare them at least a couple of hours of that heat, despite their obvious preference for it.

I have been worrying that it may be harder to keep the cats inside during the upcoming summer days. There is also the complicative factor of Vic's visit in a few weeks. I suppose it may be better to leave the cats outside when he is here, instead of leaving them to hide behind the couch all day. If it's a month long visit, well, that's a long time into June, the heart of summer. Of course, Pop has not cared to volunteer how long the visit will be.