Gracious Rain

For the past few days, old Mr. Hobbes has been seen here like a naughty school kid peeking under a circus tent. My dad said that used to be a thing.

Anyway, I couldn’t figure out what his deal was until I realized that there is a vent behind this shelf. He only does it when the heat comes on and his fur is wet from the rain.

And here I thought he was such a tough guy and he’s busy blow drying his own hair.

If all the girl kitties could see him now.

Heh, heh.

It’s a well documented fact that if you add raisins to your snacks it makes them much, much better for you. Some might even go so far as to say it’s now become a health food.

Yeah, I’m going with that.

Heh, heh.

Oooh, we have a sweet little girlie turning 3 this week. She loves kitties, garden flowers, Bluey and Peppa Pig. Hee, hee–I mean, snort!

If you’re not familiar with Miss Peppa– you’re seriously missing a cultural event–because you see, Peppa is an English Piggy. Serious business, this. So between all the snorting–and there is a lot of snorting!– we have the most quirky piggy family with just the perfect English accents.

Our Miss T has loved this little ham hock forever. In fact, she could do a lovely rendition of Peppa’s snort almost before she could talk! And you simply MUST hear her say, “It’s a bit fun-nay” just like the proper British piglet. It’s adorable time 20.

Only stands to reason that she would need her very own Peppa for her birthday. Of course, of course.

Happy birthday sweetie. Grammy love you so much.

Snort-snort!

We moved the newcomers to a cozy box in the bathroom–because no one should have to start life under a shoe rack. You know I’m right.

There are in fact, exactly 3 kitties. This one is a sweet little tiger stripe.

This little one is grey with very muted stripes–barely there.

And lastly, this one is the twin to the grey baby above only with a darker diamond on it’s nose.

I have no earthly idea if they are girls or boys because it’s hard to know with cats until they are a bit older. Maybe someone, SOMEwhere can tell, but it ain’t me.

So, we will live with the mystery.

Oh, our sweet little Lyla had quite a surprise for us this morning! Of course we knew she was expecting–because, well, you know, SOME things can’t be hidden. Har, har.

But what I was a bit unclear on, was when these bitty kitties would arrive. I thought more like the end of the month. Rhen said, “Heck no. Any day now.” To my utter shame, he was totally right. And here I’M suppose to be the childbirth expert.

Pffft. My awesomeness badge is totally tarnished.

Anyway, like last time, we were greeted with the teeny tiny sound of babies mewing from somewhere behind the big chair in the front room. We finally found her and her littles under a shoe rack in the corner. Good grief, cat.

She was so clever this time, that I had no idea how many she even had until the next day when she slipped away and I could snag a few pictures. Even with that, the space was so dark and awkward that it was all I could do to twist my arm in there for a quick snapshot–never mind holding and counting them.

We will, of course move them in a few days because…well, because I will need to see them up close and hold them and smush them–well, you know.

Besides, it’s never good to let a mom cat think she runs the place.

Even if it’s true.