This week's theme at Kim Klassen Cafe is to create a photo based on a movie. The Artist and I are movie buffs and came up with lots of ideas but this is what I decided to go with, maybe a little over the top but hey, you only live once.
And a little story of late about Miss Whiskers. Since moving to the old farmhouse, she's become what you might call a fair weather country girl. She's one hundred percent country in the summer but come winter she reverts back to her former city self, pretending that the world outside our door does not exist.
This time of year sees her heading outdoors before anyone has a chance to even think about offering her breakfast. And that's saying a lot about how much this little feline likes to be outside. Some days, she may decide to come in for brunch and some days she may not, but you can always find her at dusk, on the front porch, waiting to call it a day.
Last weekend, after being out for dinner, we arrived home later than her usual 'inside' time but we weren't overly concerned. If she wasn't waiting for us, she wouldn't be far off. We called her intermittently for the next half hour or so but no arrivals were announced. Figuring she found herself a spot for the night, we set off for bed. I tossed and turned and turned and tossed; by 4am we outside calling for her again. Nothing. 6am still nothing. I left for work at 7am with one absentee cat. The Artist walked the property every hour after that until 11am when he heard a faint meow. He called again, no answer. He looked right, he looked left. No cat. He called again. He heard another meow. He looked up. Way up. And there she was up, up, and away in one of the maple trees. Stuck like the proverbial cat waiting for a firefighter. He needed a ladder to get her down, balancing precariously as she tried to cling onto the tree for dear life.She made no attempts to venture outside after that for a good three days and she's been spending her nights pretty close to me and I'm fairly certain she's been whispering into my ear while I sleep. I have no other explanation for why, as I wake each morning, I have this strange urge to say to her, "tell me about the squirrels, Whiskers?"
Photo was edited using Kim's Graduation Day texture.