In the early evening last night I was exploring Bethel Road, and that always means I make a stop to walk the grounds at Peachy Canyon's Tasting Room. It is a very peaceful place when all the people are gone, and I wanted some summer photos.
As I left my car and started to walk through the entrance, I heard unhappy meows. I looked around to see if Peaches or Herbie, the winery's Maine Coon cats were around, but I couldn't see any cats at all. The meows continued. The sounds seemed to come from the flowers near the entrance, so I took a closer look, and as I approached I heard movement. Then I saw some fur among the flowers.
I waited, and sure enough, a cat emerged. It kept meowing, but my last experience with a cat I met on a walk resulted in a crop of flea bites on my leg, so I opted not to get too friendly this time. I had nothing to feed it and no drink to give it. It gave me an accusing look.
Since I could think of nothing else to do, I continued my short walk through the grounds. I ignored the fact that I was being followed. It seems the kitty gave up after that and disappeared. I found out later it was Herbie and I just hadn't recognized him.
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