Had a rare visit from Ginger this morning. She's Leo's mother and has been living across the street (at the other crazy cat lady's house) for the past few years. This morning, I looked up from my book at breakfast, and there she was on the back porch, just sitting on her haunches looking at me, with the little pink tip of her tongue sticking out. The whole time she was out there, her tongue was sticking out. Very odd. I wonder if she lost some teeth? I tried to slink close to the glass door reeeeeeeeally slowly so as not to alarm her into running off, but I made one unintentional sharp movement and she was outta there in a flash.
The pic is one of only two I ever got of Ginger. Here, she's lounging in my yard with Mr. Black, who went to the Bridge some years ago.
It was nice to see Ginger up close again. And other than the funny tongue thing, she seems to be healthy.