More of the Same

The poppy patch is doing well this year. It has several new outliers as well. I keep thinking that eventually it might spread far enough to take over the whole lawn-free section of the back yard. That would be nice.

For the moment the back yard is catless. Either they're sleeping in the shed or they've gone off on an adventure. Last night they turned up about midnight and spent the remainder of the night on the porch. The kittens have begun cultivating and fertilizing the rose bed frequently. I guess it's a good thing I didn't put a nice herb garden there as I once intended to do.

I haven't checked the garage to see if the black and white cat is trapped in there again tonight, but I have little doubt she is. She naps on a shelf in the rafters until I show up, then hops down a series of stacked boxes to reach the floor. She has a choice of routes, as boxes are stacked in two corners. She can also leap from one beam onto the top of a cupboard, from there onto the top of the water heater, and from that onto the dryer or a shelf, and then onto a hamper a couple of feet high. She's really made herself at home out there.

More moonlight tonight, if the cats let me go out and look at it.