October
Bathsheba
I’d tell Lyla to get a room…but it looks like she already did–
and I should mind my own business.
Sheesh.
Territorial Guys
Looks like Rhen was sitting in Hobbe’s spot so Hobbe’s just pretended not to see him and sat there anyway.
Nothing presumptious about this crazy orange cat.
Good thing we adore him or he’d get punted. ha.
Lyla’s Surprise
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.
Balloons!!!
We go to the balloons each year like faithful little balloon groupies. There are always a few new ones and a few old faithfuls that we’ve come to know and love.
The tradition has become– everyone who is willing to wake up before the creepy crack of dawn to see the balloons fill up and take off–MAYBE (depending on the weather!)— shows up at the same area of the park each year. We sit around shivering and bundling up in blankets, eating fruit pizza– gallantly made by Nate these days. Thanks Nate!
Once the balloons either all go up, or all stay down we gather up and come home–where a nap is certainly in order.
It’s one of those things that we’ve just done…rain or shine because it’s another chance to be together and laugh our silly guts out. That always feels important.
You know?