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.
