I'm in Halibut Cove, across Kachemak Bay from Homer, house-sitting. Actually, I'm really here to open the door for Geri the Cat.
Pablo the Parrot stayed home in Moose Pass with Julie, no doubt screaming every time she talks on her phone, as he does with me.
Geri lives a life many of us would give our right arms for. She is free to wander her vast haunts, spy on the sea ducks in the waters, watch the sea otters and seals with a curiosity and perhaps a bit of trepidation.
But mostly Geri's mission is to find the most comfortable spot in the house in which to take her frequent naps.
But what's a cat do when the cat tree has a hole in the top level?
Let it all hang out, of course.