Grace takes her role as a bird dog seriously. Here's where I discovered her this morning - perched in my bird watching chair, staring out the window.
Cat thinks we should have a discussion...

Sitting at the lakeside bar. Mellow evening. Ribs and corn on the cob finishing up in the barbeque. Wine sliding smoothly.
"Thumbnails need a trim," I whispered to myself. “I should go get the clippers.”
A quick trip to the medicine cabinet for the clippers... found myself wondering why I was perched atop the composting toilet, looking out the window, admiring the view.
A couple minutes later I was back at the lakeside bar. Still a beautiful mellow evening. Wine sipping sweetly. "Thumbnails need a trim," I whispered to myself. "I should go get the clippers."