Later as he wakens, he will ask to go outside. There Bow gets to strut his stuff.
He flexes his muscles and is king of all he surveys.
Meanwhile, I looks at the dayflowers while they are still open.
I have been spending a lot more time in the backyard, lately, because that is the only part of my outdoor property where the kitten cannot go.
The backyard is guarded by ferocious dogs -- Leo and Brownie -- and no cat may enter there. But late in the afternoon, Bow expects me to go for a walk, and if I do not go of my own accord, he tells me to go in no uncertain terms. He likes his alone time.
There are many more opportunities to meet butterflies in the front yard than in the back.
There are crescent pearls on sunflowers, silver-spotted skippers on wildflowers in the pasture.
But just as I am most immersed in nature, I suddenly here that familiar meowing.
And I see that the kitten is right there at my heels.