Roxie, aka Little One, aka The New Barn Cat, is honing her stalking skills. Whenever I looked up on this bright November day, I found the 7-month-old cat.
She perched on a tree limb as I gathered kindling. When hanging blankets on the line, she watched with interest.
When returning with the Border collie from the sheep pastures, I looked up and spotted her atop the chicken coop.
Is this climbing and perching a new phase for her? Or does she realize how precious sun in November can be? Was she forever climbing higher, hoping to meet the blue sky and sun?
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