Good Evening.
My visitor this evening doesn't actually qualify as a visitor. She lives here. I'm pretty sure you can't visit the place where you reside. Although, I could be wrong. The ever delightful N hollered at me from the window then proceeded to stalk the bird perched in the tree across the street. N wouldn't know what to do with a bird if one walked up and put itself in her mouth. My guess, she would spit the bird out immediately, while simultaneously leaping to a safe distance where, beginning the moment her mouth was free to do so, she would commence with the violent hisses.
N's a fabulous pointer. She'll stare intently at the corner of the ceiling until you finally give in with an exasperated "What are you staring at!?" Upon investigating, it never fails that a critter of the many legged variety is occupying that very corner. This is when N turns her head away, throws her ears back and assumes a haughty posture of "I told you so. You never listen to me." As far as I know, N has never expressed an interest in touching the prey she visually stalks. Again, I could be wrong.
The weather is wonderful. 75°, 6 mph south winds, fair skies, except when a brief thunderstorm passed by, and 76% humidity. A nice and delicious summer weather recipe!
Adieu, Travelers, until tomorrow. Dream sweet dreams!!
