Mill Cats

Life's little pleasures can be found in lots of places, even up the road. First of all let me remind everyone again. I've got this thing for cats. I love 'em. From the wild barn cats that won't let you come anywhere near them, to the scruffy, skinny, black ones running free along the wharfs and back alleyways looking for a snuggle, I wish I could spend time with them all. When I come across them, do know I try. The other day, I headed up the road to our local saw mill. We all have one in our neighborhood. Right? Well, I needed to pick up a stack of 'stick ends' to use as kindling this winter. You have heard of winter in Maine. Right? Heading over there is always a treat for me because the yard is loaded with felines. Not really loaded but there are a lot. The feller running the saws that day and I did some small talk about the weather, work at the mill and such. While he was picking up a bundle of sticks with his tractor, I headed over to the office and came across this scene. I doubt this is an image that 'only a mother could love'. I'll tell you right off, that beauty on the left really got to me. As a matter of fact, I'm still thinking about those eyes right now. At home here, we have two wonderful cats already. Do I hear three?