Project Regent

With our fences and landscaping complete, our backyard is private and a bit of a fortress. To a cat who can’t jump 6 foot fences, that is.

Hamish, the ever inquisitive sookie of a cat loves to explore - specifically anything he will fit in to. We open the pantry - ooh, there he goes. We open the linen cupboard, yep he can fit there too. Where’s Hamish? Oh he’s under the couch. He’s between the washing machine and the door. He’s behind a chest of drawers. And if we can’t find him, he can’t be too far. So we try his sun bathing spots, such as the concrete and gravel out the back (where he prefers to lie half on concrete, half of dirt), or the mulch (as it’s apparently nicer than kitty litter).

But sometimes he does get a little better of us. For a while anyway. Just yesterday as I was walking past the alfresco, with no furry meow in tow, I happened to look out and see four furry paws barely visible underneath the barbeque cover. So, with the camera near by, I get down to Hamish-level, and give a “Hammmish…” yell. And I also get a sequence of photos that just had to be posted.

With the lighting a bit better (i.e. not dark), I also ventured out last night to try some better night photography - and these look much better too. With only minutes between the two photos, the colour shift was phenomenal as the sun quickly set, altering the colour of the sky and the shades it painted on our house.

"Hamish..."

"Hamish?"

"Awwww... Hamish..."

"Meow"

Sunset

Sunset + 1 minute