People keep asking…
“How’s it going, without Rhen there?”
I always say, “Oh, it’s fine. I’m good.
I just talk to the cats.”
That is…if they’d wake up.
Sheesh.
Dali’s Kids
As we can plainly see…
all of Dali’s kids…
are healthy,
and happy…
as little clams.
It’s so, so good…
for…
my…
kitty mom…
heart.
I still love these sweet babies!
The Grip of Death
When you see this picture, you may think, “Awwww. Cute, gentle, little Hobbes is having his neck scratched. Isn’t that just so sweet?”
However, I’d like to draw your attention to those paws…the ones with the death grip around my hand. Turns out, when a 20 pound cat grabs your hand to assure that you don’t stop scratching his neck until HE says you can–on pain of certain death…
you just kinda keep scratching his neck, whether you want to or not…
till the end of time…
or until he falls asleep.
Good grief.
A slave in my own house.
Dark Stripe
This gorgeous girl…
went home…
with these awesome friends…
and she purred all the way home!
Thanks Natasha!
The Black One
This handsome fellow…
went home with…
this little guy and his family…
along with his brother!!
Thanks again Brett!!