Dinner with Homies at Her Second Home

I had hoped we would spend another contemplative night at home together. But I should have known when she prepared my dinner at 4:15 and said she was going to the Cathedral. I should have growled,  "I hope it's too hot for church and you come back to me!" But I only whimpered instead.

Well, she came home much later smelling not only of a hot cathedral, but of grass fed beef and the home of those whippets and their keepers. They seemed to have had a very enjoyable time.

Waiting for the Moon

I could tell that it was going to be a beautiful eve.

The clouds were all pink. FB had some postings about the Super Moon. There was a wee breeze. I was so happy that the keeper  wanted to veg out on the deck after her very intense week teaching and working to make sure I can have the best cat food. I was able to patrol the backyard,and wait for the keeper to bring out my basket for our evening on the unfinished deck.She was going to read but she talked to her friend from Boston til the phone died. It was a while. It appears that said friend will be coming out for a visit at the endof the month, Lots of excitement about that. But before coming here the friend is heading to Brazil for a meeting right after the World Cup finishes, and her husband is going to Ireland. So we wish them both very safe journeys.

Eve of the Super Moon

One she got home the keeper planted herself on our quite unfinished deck with a clear drink with ice and a lime in it and a big bowl of popcorn. She kindly brought out my basket, and eventually, her dinner, and we watched the moon rise slowly over the lake.Tomorrow is the super moon and we will be ready!

Boats Rule!

This is the excuse the keeper gives for why she is getting home late to feed me my dinner.

By the way, could someone tell her that I don't like the chicken cat food in the tan can? For someone who is good with languages she doesn't understand one yowl of my disdain for that stuff.

Bella Bella!

Una luna bella esta noche, nez pas?

On the Catwalk

It was a sultry afternoon. The keeper came home after visiting the Cathedral, the Seattle U vegetable garden, the LFP Farmers' Market, and the Car wash where the attendant cleaned inside as well as outside. Finally, she came back and we both went out to the deck where we could sit---she in the Fuma chair, and I in my basket. She listened to Bach and corrected student papers. I listened to the birds and the wind ruffling the apple tree.

I also explored the new side deck which has nice boards just my size.

Which Firework is More Gorgeous?

The quiet one?

The Hawthorne Hills show?

The Lake Union  show?
We think you can guess which one the keeper liked best!