Saturday Morning Walk

This morning started out with Bruce, the dogs, and I taking an early morning walk around the pond.  I can tell that Bruce is feeling better because he brought his camera:

Wild Elderberries

Gopher Ridge Moon

Floating Frog

Today was a bad day for a certain gopher.  And it was a stunningly excellent day for a certain cat.  Just as we returned from our walk, we saw Arby on the other side of the fence staring into the weeds.  Bruce's camera captured the entire drama.

The crouch

The pounce

Err...the miss

Gotcha!

Arby is our twelve year old, panty-waist, cream puff, mama's boy Snowshoe Siamese whose idea of hunting is knocking a can of Friskies out of the cupboard.  No more!  He is now {drum roll, please} El Cajone,  Wild Man of Copperopolis.  Yeah, well actually his technique could use a tiny bit of refining.  A moment after the last pic was snapped, his little mind wandered, the gopher sort of dropped out of his mouth and Arby bounded through the fence to say hi.  And to ask when was breakfast?  Meanwhile, Mr. Gopher shook his furry fist at all of us and hightailed it through the weeds (no doubt on his way to chomp down on another of my morning glories).