Morning Cat

I've been too tired lately to comment as much on anybody's photos, including mine. But I'll try.

I took this shot first thing in the morning, as a beautiful mist was rolling in off the marsh and the light was coming over the trees behind the house. Looking at it now I'm wondering what the cat was thinking. Just taking in the scenery? Dreaming of the open road? Thinking about rodents in the grass? It's hard to tell with cats sometimes.

I'm also wondering whether it's possible that being greeted by a cat in the morning is on par with a good cup of coffee. I'm not that great about feeding the cat first thing, and will sometimes grumble if she follows me around while I'm trying to get myself breakfast. But if I had to choose, I'd certainly give up coffee before giving up a cat in the house. Maybe I have to rethink my priorities and make more of an effort to be companionable at the start of the day. Something to work on this summer maybe.

Which, although technically still a week away, is finally starting to feel close.