We had a lovely family and friends filled Saturday exploring a winery which I will write about later this week. This morning I stepped out onto the porch, coffee in hand only to discover moonshine wedged under our railing for now a parent reason. On his back. Flashing the world his glory. He sits like this quite often actually.
Wonder if it’s some sort of cat yoga.
Now as I sit on the porch in the 92° Virginia heat, going over my winery visit notes, enjoying a chardonnay spritzer in one of the beautiful Lily of The Valley glasses my Mother gave me (my birth month flower), this crazy cat keeps me company.
He swats at the ice cube I offer and frequently attempts a sneaky sip.
He isn’t 21 yet though. Or even One for that matter.
I’m now completely distracted from my task though.