My workday typically begins with a ritual- the initial walkthrough of the site, checking for any problems, errors, and omissions, reporting those I cannot correct and correcting those I can. For this particular ritual, I usually have my feline co-workers accompany me. They get to stretch their legs and engage their brains as we walk the length of the property. The sight of me with my two orange-and-white shadows is a running joke among our staff and contractors, and occasionally, I'll have a conversation with a pedestrian looking over our perimeter fence who will do a double take and say, "What's up with the cats?" Yeah, I'm kinda like their mom and they can be clingy at times.
The initial walkthrough takes me to a section of the property where a lot of the behind-the-scenes work takes place- the workshop is nestled in a wooded area adjacent to a marshy estuarine environment. The guys in the shop have set up a table and some chairs so they can eat their lunch in this beautiful spot, and I like to take an occasional break to take in a particularly beautiful sunset or an interesting animal visitor. On Sunday, I paused to soak in a little sunshine and to let the cats explore for a bit. Here's a picture of them, posing in a grandiose fashion that only felines can pull off:
It's hard to see the goofy furballs (or is that furry goofballs?) that they usually are while looking at this picture. These two should be posing in front of a library.