We named this green-eyed dude Rocky. Unfortunately, he's stray and so far I can do nothing about it, just feed him. The other one is the neighbour's female cat who just likes to check his bowl for snacks.
And then one day this huge tomcat visited our windowsill. My youngest sent me the photo. He visited repeatedly with no intention to fight, just for a meal. After three days we saw a - lost Maine Coon - flyer, it was him who was lost. Of course, we called the owners and Rudis went home soon. 'He's the gentlest cat in the world, he never fights, but he's a little stupid. If he gets out of the garden he can never find home. It's the second time he does this', his owner said. I hope he behaves in the future.
Flowers, berries, summer full throttle.
Bay travelling. I'm thinking about how travelling with growing kids is like going on vacation with a different person every time. Some of these persons I really like better than others. She's 19 and in her crustpunk phase. No elaboration.
Also, me manifesting summer.
And actually having it.
Back to work, a month to go before my next vacation.
