Catblog Friday: Spring is a-springin'

This morning, for the third day in a row, I was greeted at my door by Furfur's song of aggression as he raced to show he owned the porch and everything on it.

He rubbed all over the legs of the furniture on the porch, then hopped up on the rail

where he continued to rub his cheek against objects and spray whatever is in sight.

Of course, we all know what he has on his walnut-sized brain:

The same thing these turtle doves are planning.

Or, maybe he's just thinking about those darned doves on the porch roof. Cats are supposedly inscrutable, after all.



If you seek other scrutable cats, please stop by Modulator for a cruise on the Friday Ark, and also, on Sunday, stroll the Carnival of the Cats, this week hosted by Music and Cats.