Latte's Frisky Fall

The wind was chilly and the ground cool beneath my brown paw pads. I decided to move into the "garden" to follow an interesting scent. As house hunter my duties are taken very seriously and this scent of camel crickets was strong.

A sniff here, a tail twitch there... a head jerk in the direction of some blowing leaves. All very important parts of protecting your home from intruders. Every fall these large bugs seem to find ways into our home through our basement. I've eaten one once....I don't recommend them. A leg immediately repeated on me. Anyhow, they're ugly and and not rather tasty but fun to hunt! Plus Meowmy HATES them and goes EEEWWWW when they're around.

Boldly I headed under the front porch on my short leash. I could smell them and hear them but not quite reach them. I struggled hard against my harness but my Meowmy was not in the mood to find a crag filled with camel crickets. Thwarted yet again. My life is so difficult.

Latte

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The Other Way Round

We are like Vampy Victor, our seasons are the opposite to North America and the UK. We have used this photo of Fui taken in April of this year, during our Autumn.

It’s feeling cooler to this tabby fellow,
And I watch the leaves as they start to yellow,
I stand on them, their rough and they crinkle,
The clouds cover the sun, the stars lose their twinkle.
Enjoy your Autumn, that’s what we Australians call
The season America knows as Fall.

-Fuifui Moimoi from Forever Foster.

Shine A Little Light...

Well, being that I am not an outdoor cat, there are

no pictures of me with falling leaves.

And being I am a perfect lady, there are

no pictures of me "falling".

So, all I can do is say that when fall comes,

you need to turn on your lights earlier.

That's right isn't it?

Zoey from Zoolatry

My Days Dwindle Down...

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December.

But the days grow short, when you reach September.

When the autumn weather, turns the leaves to flame,

one hasn't got time for the waiting game.

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few,

September, November ~

and these few precious days, I'll spend with you.

These precious days, I'll spend with you.

Maggy of Zoolatry