Herewith, I proceed to dump my camera roll from my latest meanderings on you all. (Many of these pictures are birds. This one, the keen eyed among you may have already noted, is probably not a bird.)

I am willing to wager that some of you reading this have pet this very cat at some point in your travels. This is the orange longhair, who is apparently appropriately if uncreatively named “Orangey,” that’s always hanging around bumming head scritches and bits of people’s hot dogs in front of Yokum’s general store at the foot of Seneca Rocks in West Virginia. Today he was not having it, though; he was parked on one of the tables on the front deck and absolutely would not be moved.

He’s looking a bit cleaner and healthier than in previous years. There’s a donation jar on the counter inside, the proceeds of which purportedly and theoretically go towards the upkeep of the trio of local stray cats. One of the times I pass by there I’m going to remember to show up with a cat brush, but today was not that time. There’s also a white kitty and a calico kitty often seen hanging around there, but they don’t want anything to do with anyone (presumably not having figured out the benefits of scamming treats off of tourists) and are usually only seen just vanishing around a corner or lurking in the dark far under the porch.

Bonus cat picture: