Our next door neighbor’s cat, aptly named Bubba, comes to our house regularly and waits at the front door. He is expecting us to give him kibble, and for some reason we actually do. He is not starving by any stretch of the imagination. We should not do this, but we do.
I have started calling him Tubba.





Walking to my office this morning I was enjoying the sun and the fact all the snow and ice around this area was gone. The morning was so still and there was a mirror reflection on a pond. I like the way the border on the right almost looks like a floating shelf. For a foggy version, check 