Boo says only fools chase gold at the end of rainbows, the real treasure is the catnip stuffed inside.
Less than a week after her adoption in 2007, Emma shoves one of her toy mice under the door. She’d reach under to try to get them back but often they’d end up out of reach. When we moved and emptied the house I think we finally found all the remaining ones that had been shoved into the most obscure places, but I like to think at least one remains, a little reminder of a sweet black cat for whom this house was home.
It may technically still be spring but it has long felt like summer to someone who didn’t grow up in the desert, including one sleepy orange tabby.
Samwise wants to know why mornings come so early. Me too Sammy! Seems unnecessary!
From 2007, new arrivals Sam and Emma play in the guest bedroom while in isolation from Scout. I spent most of their introductory period with Scout since we were so tightly bonded but I’d relieve my wife at times and keep the youngsters company.
Boo was in a playful mood after each of my three hikes this weekend so we played until he tired, my apologies to this banana cat toy that got the thrashing of its life. He’s an introspective little fellow so it delights me to also see him play with such reckless abandon.
At the end of every rainbow lies a heart of gold. But also a cat waiting to bite your face off.
A quick shot of Sam in the living room, the big picture windows behind him, after I got back from a morning hike in July.
Sam wanted to show his enthusiastic support during Pride month and would like to point out the delay in posting is nothing to do with him.