Saturday, August 24, 2013

A cat's life

When evening approaches the sleeping cat stretches, pats the sliding door with his paw, and asks to be let out.

Then he goes up to the roof, and begins his vigil.

Sometime in the night he comes back, beating the sliding door or the screen again to be let in. It is opened, and he shimmies inside, his fur now thick and soft and always somehow puffed from the air outside. He is in a good mood, tail straight up, blinking at us and squinting a little.

We pick him up. He purrs.


  1. beautiful. Got to love Don Estorbo!

  2. Sweet.
    It is nice to see Estorbo looking so healthy and again busy with his cat affairs.

    1. I agree to what you wrote. Not long ago I worried about that lovely cat.

  3. Nothing as soothing as a purring cat!

  4. another "bodega" cat.. black too.. *Estorbo* - so much love and memory.


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