My beautiful cat decided to see what the fuss was all about on a recent humid afternoon. Perhaps he was bored, or just needed a stretch, but Mew, as he is so aptly named deigned to prowl with me in search of weeds. He put on a good show of loyalty and interest. No matter how nonchalant Mew always prefers to be, he did reveal his hunter instincts to me as he silently padded through the weeds without disturbing a single one. His keen eye took them all in and, because nothing was trying to run away from him, he let all the weeds be in complete dignity.
Such is the relationship between feline and gal that I felt honored that he shared a few moments with me among the thorns and spiderwebs – none of which marred his silken coat. As I brushed off my knees – dust and dirt and thorns do not avoid me – Mew bounded off out of sight. I later caught up with him as he lay curled in repose. Perhaps he was thinking of me, or dreaming of weeds? Perhaps cats know what weeds dream of. I can only hope.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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Great shot and lovely cat 🙂
Thank you! He is quite the handsome fellow, isn’t he!
World domination for sure – what a wonderful question. I think this is super poetic – I’m getting all dreamy right now. : ) And your cat is beautiful.
Thank you Cassie – dreamy and poetic – they go really good together, don’t they? Thank you for visiting and praising my cat. If he could read he’d be quietly pleased.
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In honor of Mew, who passed on to greener pastures today. May he find enticing smells, room to run, boulders to pounce upon, and plenty of territory to call his own.