In observance of St. Venison’s Day, hunters poured into the Eastport Market over the weekend. They started coming on Thursday, when they cleared out the stock of jerky snacks and peppermint schnapps. On Friday they came back and bought dinner from the deli. On Saturday night they came straggling in to blow smoke about the eight-point that got away or to restock the supply of jerky and schnapps. On Sunday, more of the same . . . altogether Eastport was a veritable vortex of People Wearing Orange When It’s Not Even Halloween.
Then of course it snowed. A fair amount, actually. So here’s the Cowboy out for a little walk, looking for all the world like a poodle.
And here’s Miss Puss staying close to the warm air vent on the laptop while the “lake effect” tumbles out of the sky.
Miss Sadie says that oughta hold you until later, and she’s “not posing for no stinkin’ snapshots in the snow.” You see how she is.
Torch Lake Views 
Barbara
November 18, 2008
sounds like a normal response for a cat. ours just sits in the window and watches the birds looking for food, we call it kitty television!
dmarks
November 18, 2008
Reminds me to find out what happened to that dead deer next door.
Gerry
November 18, 2008
Barbara, I like to watch the cat watching kitty television, too – and making that little ek-ek-ek-ek noise in her throat. She’s an older kitty now, and can’t catch birds, or even the rabbits she used to bring home.
d, I’d forgotten about your deer. Hope those poor neighbors found a solution. Can’t imagine how a ripening deer carcass could be a Garden Feature.
Katherine
November 18, 2008
“St. Venison’s Day” Love it.