Need To Do Something Different

Do you ever get bored with what you are doing and just need to do something different? Frankie certainly understands that need for change.

Napping on the picnic table.

Napping on the picnic table.

The picnic table is a coveted position within Sibe Quentin. You have a good height advantage for observing outside the fence, a cool breeze circulates underneath you, and the sunshine warms your body in the winter. Yesterday afternoon, Frankie was enjoying a peaceful nap in the sunshine in that spot.

I have been napping here for a long time.

I have been napping here for a long time.

After a lengthy slumber, he awoke. He felt the need to make a great change. To pursue a different path.

I need to do something different.

I need to do something different.

And with that resolution made, Frankie began exploring his alternatives. What could he change?

This is certainly different.

This is certainly different.

Now to nap here.

Now to nap here.

Careful, Frankie, don’t try to embrace too much change.


We had a feline visitor yesterday – though we stayed in the back of the house and it was at the front.  Hu-Dad was able to capture a few photographs as the creature was just a few feet from his study window. Feel free to go to his other blog if you want to see.

2 Comments

  1. Lori on November 25, 2015 at 7:27 am

    Frankie is so content! And he’s sitting still! Enjoy the warmth of the sun beautiful baby❤️??

  2. Mom, Ice 'n Ebby on November 25, 2015 at 4:14 am

    Mom sez: Frankie on the ground, looks like he’s just loving facing into the sun, soaking it up. Most placid look on his face, like he’s daydreaming.

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