Cat Blogging Friday. Neither of us could get Hemingway to sit for a new photo, so here's one I took the other night showcased on C's desktop. Coming soon: a photo of Hem and George. (This morning, George wakes up, drags himself to his feet, looks around. Hemingway traipses over to him and starts doing that little hoppy thing cats do in order to rub the side of their faces against something TO GEORGE. George was nonplussed.)
We didn't even notice right away that he'd managed to unboard up the fireplace in the office and do some excavation. When we did, we cracked up, unable to even pretend at madness. I took this shot after Christopher righted the bourbon ad (originating from the Raleigh contingent) and put the board sort of back in place. I think you can still see the evidence. There's some more trace evidence on the backsides of his thunderpaws, but you can't see that in this photo because he doesn't like to be still for photos. That Hemingway, he's a cat in motion.