Friday cat and fig blogging

Here's gray by the fireplace listening to the chimney swifts in the chimney. Gray is dimmer than his associate Grendel. Grendel has figured out that the flue is closed, and the swifts are unavailable for dining. Gray thinks if he waits long enough...


The fig tree out front is providing food for most of the birds in the neighborhood. I don't much like fig preserves, so I either eat the figs fresh or dry them. I still have dried figs left over from last summer. So I eat as many as I can, but most will go to the birds, and other wildlife. Here is a bowl for me for after lunch.