The summer roast is upon us. The heat limits kitty outdoor time to the morning and evening.
This morning Jeff lounged in the shade.
Even when relaxing, El Jefe is always watching.
The doom can erupt at any moment.
Hopefully his watchfulness is rewarded by the appearance of a gopher, followed shortly by said gopher’s appearance on the other blog in a mangled state.
I felt the hot breath of the jaws of death !
jeff, the yawn of death.
I’m always slightly shocked when I see Jeff in proportion to common objects such as trees and houses on the landscape. He’s enormous!
Jeff is the coolest cat, ever.