The feral kittens have been making themselves scarce the last couple of days, but gray cat has been here often. I think perhaps he's been running the kittens off. He wants all the food to himself. He also wants the kittens' mom to himself.
A baby oak tree has sprouted in the sourgrass patch near the front door. Some squirrel must have hidden an acorn there and forgotten it. It's too close to the house to let it grow there. We've had other baby oak trees in inappropriate locations, and I've thought about transplanting them but never gotten around to it. Maybe I'll find a place for this one. I'll be dead before it gets to any great height, but I like the thought of making work for future generations of rakers.
We got clouds this evening, too. I enjoyed watching them as the waxing moon lit them. There could be more clouds tomorrow, but it's still going to be hot.