Roling, Rolling, Rolling

Akselle trotted across the fallen tree limb, his gaze focused intently on a wonderful patch of dust just up ahead. Autumn was slowly moving in but it had yet to really drop the temperatures. However the sun didn't seem to be shining as brightly, it beamed down as if through a hazy filter. When Akselle reached the dust patch he quickly flopped on his back and proceeded to roll, flipping himself first left and then right and then left again, enough the sensation of a good old-fashioned dust bath. Ahhh…. now if the sun would just come out from behind the clouds he could get a sun bath in to. This really was a good life for a cat. His little ears twitched as his gaze shifted southward. He intended to go exploring but just not right now.