I was once leaving for work, and my son’s cat was in the front yard. When I got in the car, she ran to the backyard. As I backed up, I looked up to the top of our weeping willow tree, and there was the cat, a 150 feet up, sitting on a swaying branch, watching me leave.
I was once leaving for work, and my son’s cat was in the front yard. When I got in the car, she ran to the backyard. As I backed up, I looked up to the top of our weeping willow tree, and there was the cat, a 150 feet up, sitting on a swaying branch, watching me leave.