Home away from home

Burt didn't come home last night, and when he does that, he is usually ensconced in his second home, down in one of our hay sheds. So this afternoon I took my camera for a walk down to one of the sheds, called his name, and eventually he showed his face up on the very top of the bales. He jumped down to the next level of hay, lay down, and went to sleep, with the sun shining on him. What it is to be a cat!

Burt hasn't arrived home tonight either. No doubt he is happy catching mice and rats, and snuggled up in the hay for the night.