How can you say no to a face like this?  She’s everywhere–literally cat on a hot tin roof, on the deck, on the back porch waiting for the door to open and milk to be served, then you can guess where.  She walks along with me as I photograph masses of morning glory faces turned toward the sun.  She’ll have to remain an outdoor cat (officially at least) until we figure out where she belongs.  She earns her keep pretending to monitor rodents, and by being a cat.