Delusions of Grandeur
It's good to be king of the jungle. I mean king of the high grass in a flower bed. I often drag my laptop to our patio to work, and it's the same drill every time. I endure about five minutes of squinting and re-adjusting my screen before I admit defeat and return to the couch. I stuck around a bit longer today to watch my cat stalk a flower. Yep. Not a bird or butterfly, a flower swaying in the wind. He's 15, so that may explain it.