Saturday, July 29, 2006
Cat's in the stable
On our journey to visit the horses (see this earlier post for background on Noah's interesting day at the stables) we came across this sweet little fellow. He lay quietly in the hay for the entire time that the birthday party kids were there. Only on the way out did we notice him in his solitary spot.
He didn't move a muscle. He simply looked at us until we quietly headed out for cake and swimming. Something tells me if I went back to the stables today, he'd still be in the same place in the hay, safely tucked away from whatever nasty things the world would otherwise do to a cat.
Your turn: Where's your pile of hay?