Small (cat)/Faraway (tree)

We house-sat and cat-sat for an hour in the morning, in the glorious sunshine. 
I was lucky when picking this week to stay away from my copy/paste/LCD/cubicle existence. 

The tree at the bottom of Maureen and Micheal's garden is quite impressive. One of the biggest I have ever seen in an urban setting (the wide angle makes it look way smaller than it is in real life, between 15 and 20 meter high I guess).

The cat is purry and cuddly and roll-herself-in-the-dust-y.

In a gale force wind, you are less likely to be hit by the falling cat than by the falling tree. 
Pity, I'd better fancy my chances against the cat.