Fascination

When I got home from work today Max, our cat, was not there in his normal greeting position, lying on the floor waiting for a belly rub.

Rather, he was on the dining room windowsill, eyes glued to something outside.

This.

A rabbit. Perhaps the same from the other morning. I can't be sure because we've discovered there are several about the yard.

Max spent a good twenty minutes staring out the window. At times hiding behind the window feeder. Other times, as above, up and looking.

The rabbit, like the birds, paid him no never mind. Just munching away at the weeds.