I am cabin bound. Amy is sleeping and Xeno is curled in tight against her. Still can’t get over how a rat cuddles. If they weren’t so stinky I think I would have one for a pet as well. I decided to embrace the cold weather and head outside for a walk.
Weeds abound on the edges of the road.
Old houses, my favorite kind, are in abundance in this area. I loved looking at each of them. My favorite was the house with the red door.
Spanish Moss hangs from trees where ever you look.
I loved this little building for the Progressive Church Administration Office.
The house that I was staying in had a chimney. I am not sure this has ever been used.
This little plant was blowing in the chilly wind.
My favorite was of course all the cats that strolled the streets. There seems like there is a large amount of cats. Perhaps many of them were feral.
I loved the stretching this guy did as he woke up from lying in the limited rays of sun.
Time to head off and meet up with all the other cats.
The all congregated outside the door of the local hairdresser. Walk Ins Welcome seemed to be the appropriate sign for these guy.
“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
~ John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir