This afternoon, we took the cats outside. The grass on the hill is really tall right now, and Izaak was looking at it longingly.
Because he always follows me everywhere, I went down the hill myself to give him a little push.
And, of course, Zak marched down the hill to meet me.
I love watching him move through the grass. It’s almost like he’s swimming through it.
Meanwhile, Alfred was coming back up the hill.
The grass where Freddy was is even taller than the grass Zak was in.
Lorelai was in the tall grass, too. Even though she was restricted by her leash, her joy at being outside after a week of rain was undiminished.
Everytime I see the cats in the tall grass, I wonder what it must be like to be a small cat in the big world, where walking through tall grass is like strolling through a jungle.