This is Flo’s special doorway in and out of the barn, she pops up there at odd times, checking out what I am doing in the pasture. I am getting used to the strange and interesting ways of cats, popping up here and there, perching on top of things, melting away and hiding. I like seeing Flo appear on the top of the sofa, on her perch and gaze out the window, cats are reflective and philosophical as well as murderous. They can easily fool you, chewing on the brains of a dead mouse one minute, purring softly on a chair the next.