Waking up to my sweet Lyla watching all the raindrops falling on the ground outside–like she was seeing them for the first time.
She’s so freaking cute.
Kitty Manipulation
You know, I could get a lot more done,
if I didn’t have a pretty little Lyla sitting on my arm rest..
asking if she can pleeeease sit on my lap.
She can’t.
Oh, good grief.
I’m being worked by a cat.
Holding Hands With Lyla
Whenever I sit back to take a nap or go to bed, without fail, Lyla comes from wherever she’s at to lay by me.
She’s a very tender thing, really.
Especially when she just wants to hold my hand.
Sweet girl.
Pretty Quiet These Days
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.
Look Quick!!
The kitties are all in the same place at the same time!
Honestly, between Dali chasing Lyla or Hobbes wrestling Dali or Lyla hiding from everyone and EVERY thing, getting a picture like this is pretty rare.
It’s like that once in a decade photo of a lightening strike.
I should call Time magazine.
Seriously.
