Whiskers in the Wind

While Craig tended to a few weeds in the yard, the cats and I spent a few moments on the deck last night.

There was a nice little breeze, which the girls seemed to enjoy.   It carried interesting smells,  tickled their whiskers and whisked through their floof.









Charlene took an impromptu bath while Wylla peeked over the edge and watched Craig work.








Then Wylla considered leaving her post to perch on my shoulder.



And for the final few minutes,  hid in the lilacs and kiwi vines and spied on a few birds in the neighbor's yard.



It was a brief outing, but the highlight of their day.