The Cat

  Here are more pictures from my hike on San Juan island by the American camp. This place reminds me of somewhere in California I've been, but I can't remember where. When I was there, I just felt this tug in my  memory. It was a sense of familiarity that was linked to California but not to a direct memory.

 
   When we got to this part of the hike, Cindi and I climbed along the rocks together. We both were very engaged in taking photographs. As we started walking away from the rocks, Cindi said, "Hey, look. There is a cat." I looked but did not see a cat. We were in the middle of nature, near no home so I thought it fairly unlikely that a cat would be hanging out anywhere nearby. "I don't see it." I said. "Over there, a cat!" But still, I saw no cat. As we got closer, she said, "Oh never mind, it was a rock."
   I thought this was the end of the story because a rock shaped cat made a lot more sense then a cat. We climbed up the trail back into the fields and away from the rocks and shore. I was walking ahead of Cindi, and you won't believe what leaped in front of me! A cat! A genuine, fuzzy feline, not a rock. It dashed across the trail and scurried into some bushes. I was astounded! This was no place for a cat. Cindi basically had a psychic premonition down by the shore. It was pretty amazing! I hope she doesn't start seeing rocks that look like volcanoes erupting and asteroids hitting earth. Only good premonitions about animals, please!