Another photographic visit from guest kitty Willow. The camera, it just loves her.
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One more shot of Willow, whose story is recounted in this previous post. Here she’s practicing her Halloween look. Willow’s new custodian is a talented photographer, yes?
Some time ago, M was working among the perennials in the front yard when three young boys came walking up the sidewalk; one of them carried a young gray cat. For reasons that we will likely never learn and would probably not understand, the boys elected to surreptitiously abandon the cat in our driveway. That [...]
As M is recovering from a nasty sinus infection that had her out of action for a week and a half, she can amuse herself with lyrics from an episode of Curious George titled “The Inside Story.” First, the backstory (for those of you who don’t watch PBS in the morning before work): George doesn’t [...]
Jack and Roxy momentarily set aside their mutual emnity as they spy tender, juicy wildlife in the back yard.
We have two girl cats in our household: both tortoiseshells and so remarkably alike in temperament, which explains why they do not get along. At all. Roxy, the little huntress/princess, looking crazed. Venice, the queen bee/fussbudget, doing her lazy sunbather thing. Approach either at your peril.
Tuxedo cat Baxter surprised us with how much he enjoys the new pillow what came along with some recently acquired furniture. Though the pictures that follow are at times blurry, they are just. too. cute. to not post. See? Cute.
So my beloved wife M made a trip to the nursery this weekend; she returned with new plants for the back yard and tales of an attractive blue fountain on display there. “But it costs a lot,” she said, looking wistful. Then she set about planting. A little later, I stepped out of the house [...]
M took this picture of a double rainbow while driving about last week.
A glimpse of the soon-to-be gone cherries in our tree behind the kitchen. When the fruit ripens, it makes for such a brilliant contrast against the green of the leaves…and then they are consumed, seemingly in a day, by the birds and squirrels of the neighborhood. All that’s left are pits with dangling scraps of [...]
