As the sun was sinking into the clouds on the western horizon, it illuminated a grain bin. It's one lonely building in a field north of our home town and on the road to Fox Farm.
If only the cats could visit this place. There must be a hundred mice living there. Ghost Kitties would have the time of their lives!!
Nice to meet you! I'm Mr. Black the cat. My secretary/slave is typing this. She is known only as "the lady."
ReplyDeleteThat is a great photo. You're right...that bin must be full of mice. Fat, juicy mice.