My San Diego
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...
Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
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Fire and Ice
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Head Scratch
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Remembering the King
When our cats practice hunting in the house, they know no size. They are every bit the ferocious hun...