Not where they are supposed to be

 We woke up yesterday morning to find some visitors in the backyard.

They did leave peacefully, however, so it wasn't too big of a deal.

Well, except to Barack O'Llama.  He was a tad worked up.  I'm not sure if he was upset because the cows were somewhere they weren't supposed to be or if he was jealous that they were eating the branches he'd been eyeing.

It's a really, really long drop from where Florida is walking to the ground.  (She's not supposed to be in the backyard, not to mention the deck, but we gave up trying to control her comings and goings a long time ago.)

He's exactly where he's supposed to be, but Snowball gets a honorable mention for being so dirty!