food, crochet, merriment
On Dali’s first real adventure in the backyard–she got very brave and climbed the tree. Then she jumped from the tree to the old, creepy shed roof….
the slippery, old, creepy shed roof.
Luckily, there was a pile of fluffy leaves below. She climbed right back up and did it again. Crazy girl.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this post.
Yeah, there are a lot of kitties in this place. Three to be exact.
Hmmmm…does that make me a crazy cat lady? Who can say? But honestly, how could we do without any one of them?
We have beautiful, shy, skittish Lyla…
bossy, no nonsense, alpha man Hobbes…
and happy, silly, affectionate little Dali.
Sometimes they get along beautifully,
…as if they were the best of friends.
Other times, they would rather have their own space…
to stretch…
to sleep…
and to play.
All that said, they have each nudged a space in our hearts we couldn’t possibly do without them.
and the feeling seems mutual.
Hobbes can’t figure out why the kid is INSIDE and he…is not.
Haha. I don’t feel too bad because we have a cat door that he is welcome to use at ANY time.
Silly rabbit.
There seems to be only one place this kitty wants to sleep.
It’s not so bad, unless it’s time to get up and I…
you know…
can’t.
Heh, heh.
Our three sweet babies.
Good old Hobbes who bears the scars of all the battles he’s been in to save us all from the threats–real or imaginary that are outside that window.
Sweet, gentle Lyla who dashes and ducks from every sound she hears, yet lowers her head and growls if a stranger comes to our porch.
The baby- little Dali who hasn’t a care in the world and still can’t figure out why she isn’t allowed to climb my leg like a tree or eat my bracelet.
It’s our lovely kitty kingdom and my goodness how we love it.
Three kitties seems to be the perfect number…
for us.
