Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
In the high heat of the desert summer even Sam stops seeking out sunbeams to warm his belly as he sleeps. Come cooler weather though, he’s like a flower tracking the sun as it arcs across the sky. A quick snap of one of my favorite models as I learn the new camera.
The brothers woke me at 5 a.m. yesterday (more precisely, Boo woke me to pet him a bit then Sam jumped up for a snugglefest) and, unable to get back to sleep, I eventually got up for a sunrise hike. The scene repeated this morning except I immediately fell back asleep after they each got their pets. We’ll see what happens tomorrow, I wouldn’t mind another early hike, but I would prefer if they’d wake me closer to the time I need to be up and at ’em when the park opens.
On the medical front, Trixie is officially out of quarantine after her biting incident and Boo’s blood test came back with no alarming results though it doesn’t tell us why one of his markers was high.
Years of effort paid off as Sam finally chewed one end of the banana cat toy open, spilling catnip all over the carpet. As a younger cat he would have rolled around in it but at fourteen he was content to just bask in the glory of a job well done.
When you’re thirteen and decide you’re going to sleep wherever and whenever the mood strikes.
Boo’s architectural experiments continue, the Boo Box in my office has a front porch for enjoying those lovely desert evenings.
Our outside-the-box thinker who likes thinking inside the box.
I went to the bag because I wished to live deliberately. Then the neighbors moved in.
The world may be too small for the likes of Boo, but no box is.
Poor Boo had to go in recently to get more teeth removed, he’s only 7 years old but he’s had issues with his teeth over the years. He seems to be recovering well, here he’s behind the bedroom curtains where he likes to sleep during the day, what with the expansive view of the backyard wildlife, although as I write this he’s curled up on my legs.
Boolie 