Having a quiet evening, winding down from another dang eventful day.
Top Hat comes over and noses my leg for attention.
Then some bloody huge multi-engine turboprop flying machine goes by, low overhead (as they do, in this neighborhood).
Top Hat gets totally alert. Is she about to panic?
Nope. Looks alarmed for a moment, then runs over to the window for a look out.
One of these days, she'll catch one of those big aluminum birdies!
I must remember to inspect the cats' hiding places. Just in case they've acquired any anti-aircraft weaponry.
And now here's Southmoon looking for attention. Real mountain lions don't roll over for belly rubs... do they?
Update: Had I mentioned that Top Hat plays fetch? Top Hat plays fetch. It's a recent development. She'll come to me, toy mouse in mouth, and drop it. I pick it up and toss it. She runs after it (quite an amusing spectacle; I'll have to get video of it someday), plays with it for a moment, then brings it back for another toss. This typically goes on until Huckleberry gets involved; he doesn't fetch, but he gets enthusiastic enough about chasing that he breaks up the game.