Rains blowing through New Mexico. From high on Capilla Peak, east of Albuquerque.
Clouds, drifting across the sky, getting in the way of the sun once in a while.
Straight rows of sunflowers, all facing the same way, all about the same height, except for that rogue one on the left messing up the symmetry.
Kitty mind meld. My friends Lucky and Abby. Lucky was a neighborhood feral cat we tamed and once we started feeding, he never looked back. Abby was a shelter rescue that I claimed mere hours before she was to be euthanized. She spent some of her life on the streets, hence the clipped ear, and she knows where she has it good.
This is about sharing your furry friends. These were my two best buds and BFFs for each other. The black one is Lucky, the gray and white one was Critter.
Yeah, was. He became ill and had to be put down at the old age of 17. Two years later, I still miss him, he looked out for me.