food, crochet, merriment
If our little Lyla was not a cat, but a person instead–she would be that flirty girl in “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
Remember that scene where the girl says, “Oh, this old thing? I only wear this when I don’t care how I look!”
The smile she smiles–right there as she prances away from all the guys, with their jaws hanging open.
That is Lyla…
…the flirt.
We should have named her Violet.
This little fellow may look sort of ok, but this was 2 days after he was hit by a car. We didn’t actually see the accident but Rhen saw him out in the street…looking like he’d been run over.
Rhen ran out to get him but when he got close enough to pick him up, Hobbes just bolted and ran into the backyard. We searched for him for 4 hours without any luck.
We finally found him in the farthest corner of the basement–curled up in a ball and hiding out. I didn’t dare go to him–because he gets feisty with me when he’s scared or hurt. But Rhen went right up and started petting him. The poor guy could hardly raise his head but started purring.
He seemed to be banged up mostly on his head–kinda like he had run into the car–rather than the car running into him. If that makes sense.
I called all kinds of vets to see if they could help but they all said that if he was moving around and didn’t have any broken bones, then he’d likely be ok.
Sure hope so, poor guy.
Our silly little Chili baby is not such a baby anymore–size wise.
But point a camera at her and she turns into a full blown two year old– flipping around making it nearly impossible to just snap one decent picture of her!
Sometimes, I almost think that maybe, just maybe, she knows exactly what she’s doing and is actually posing...
making sure we capture her best side.
Because when it comes to your image,
a girl can’t be too careful.
I looked down from my computer just in time to see little Chili at my feet. She’s soooooo incredibly fluffy that I thought to myself–wouldn’t it be amazing to have a pair of socks that were that soft? I’ll have to put that on my birthday list. “Socks as fluffy and soft as Chili.” Check.
Oh.
Nevermind.
I’m good.
Ooooh it’s always a sad time when my babies approach 8 weeks old. They are fluffy and gorgeous and playful and happy–but alas, it’s time for them to have new homes.
*sigh*
We’ve called this lovely long hair, “Jersey” because when we first saw her, she looked like a little calf with all her spots.
This one has only ever been called the Tiger….
and this one is our grey baby.
And lastly, this calico beauty–we call Chili– has squeaked her way into my heart to such a degree that…..
dare I say it?
I’m keeping her.
I know, I know. I’m quickly approaching the crazy cat lady status with no rational end in sight. I mean really….
look at that face.
