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| Hello? Are you in there? Hello? |
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| MMRROWW. We're hungry out here! |
You can't retire from kitty cats. Not that I would want to. The little pests. I mean, the little darlings. Seriously, I love them. I gave the cats only one chapter in my book
Crap Happens...Wallowing Is Optional, but they are part of my life every day. A good part! As Chapter 13 says, they're my go-to-smile.
I'm not overly obsessed with cats; I just enjoy them. Back in 2006 I painted a ceramic cat. It's the only house cat I have.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme & Mustard. Kit Carson. Spice Girl. Kitten Kaboodle. Winken, Blinken, and Nod. Dottie and Rambo. I've named over a hundred cats on the farm. Some people have tried to lighten the burden by giving me "cat name" books. If I remember correctly, the only name I got from these books was Indira.
I've purchased two books about cats ...
but I've taken hundreds of pictures of cats. Here are three recent ones.
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| Barbossa, who sneaked into the house TWICE the other day. |
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| Gypsy and her four unnamed (as yet) babies. |
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| Mrs. Mewer's unnamed four, plus Bear (topmost kitty) |
When they're not being aggravating, cats and kittens are a delightful part of life. Kind of like people, right?
