And there was a lot going on. Lot's of planters and decorations randomly scattered all about. I am sure there was plenty of method to the madness, but I couldn't figure it out.
But look closely at this picture.
And I really like this rug.
That's on the carport, where my Uncle Tweet repairs lawn mowers and trimmers.
And the carport is where his cats eat.
There's no bowl or anything. He just grabbed a couple of handfuls of dry cat food from a garbage bag and scattered it on the ground.
How... uncivilized. But the cats were happy to have it, as you can see.
"So what are your cats' names?"
"Big Red," he said.
He reached down and petted a cat.
"So," I continued when he didn't answer. "What's the other cats' names?"
"They don't have names."
Wow. So much went through my mind at that moment.
Cats with no names. There was a food-for-thought message in that.
And I think there still is.
I just haven't figured it out yet.
Then a BIG black cat showed up out of nowhere.
I guess he (or she) with no name was late to the party. But it got in there and ate with the rest.
I let that thought go.
Then Grandma and I went back in the house.
We left Uncle Tweet, and the cats with no names, to themselves.