sunday afternoon

it was a rather nice day, not to hot, so i turned off the air and left the back door open for the cats. all afternoon i had to listen to the starlings harassing dennis. he was just laying on the little back porch. i don't know why the starlings thought that was there territory. they would scold and swear at him for a while, fly off, and then come back and do it all over again. poor dennis.

later in the evening, two of the farm cats who don't exactly live on the farm but wander all over campus begging for handouts showed up at the front door. i was trying to get him in for the night, but he was square in the driveway growling and whining at the two intruders. i just picked him, held his claws and brought him. had to shut the door fast, the two oranges were trying to get in.