Lily in the Grass

Our neighbor's cat--she's distinctly on the wild side, reportedly spending most nights outdoors. She took quite a while to accept me, and this is definitely more relaxed than I have ever seen her. I adore cats, ever since I grew up with one for about my first 14 years; a tiger cat named Chessie for her look-alike in the Chesapeake railroad ads of the 1930s, she was always one year older than me, and died a peaceful death at our New Hampshire house at around 15.

Not a wonderful background, but I can't choose when and where she may pose. My previous blip of Lily is here, over two years ago--you can see how much more watchful she was then.