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.
All These Kitties
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 so that we couldn’t possibly do without them.
and the feeling seems mutual.
