The cats enjoy mornings, but apparently have lost or eaten all the chipmunks. The Adirondack chairs have slowly migrated into where the last bit of sun is in the afternoon in October.
Ever the self-promoter (he didn't learn it from me), Sunny is drawn to the camera, while Cammy stays put near the recycling.
Sunny asked to be contextualized within the ex-foliage.
Cammy, meanwhile, strays a whole six feet from the recycling.
The camouflage isn't perfect.
Imagine this as an abstract canvas.
