What I wouldn’t give to be able to spend just a few minutes again with these two.
Tag: cat
Some Days You Just Can’t Face the World
The Master At Work
All three of our current cats are spot stealers but nobody can hold a candle to Templeton, master of the art. On this night he was recuperating from surgery so I was in the guest room with him and when I stepped out for a moment, not long enough to bother putting his cone back on, I came back to find him sitting at my laptop.
Rolling in the Catnip
Scout picks up a belly full of dirt rolling in the catnip on our back porch. I dusted her off as best I could before she went back inside. I had given her a bath once before. Once.
Gray Green
I don’t think I’ve put this picture online before, the handsome Templeton enjoying some supervised time in our backyard in 2006. He died late in 2007 but I don’t know if a day has gone by since that I haven’t thought about him, a little charmer was our gray tuxedo.
Metroglyph
I found this petroglyph in our old, urban neighborhood and wondered if a kindred spirit once roamed these lands.
Sleep of the Just
Of the six cats we’ve had, none seemed so peaceful as they slept as our gray tuxedo, Templeton. Whether curled up or sprawled out, asleep or just waking up, he seemed at one with the world.
Are You Sure We Can’t Trade Her In?
Burning the Midnight Oil
I tried to get Templeton to come to bed but he kept muttering about needing to finish his TPS reports. Picture is from 2006 as Templeton recovered from surgery and took my spot when I got up.
Tucked In, Tuckered Out
A picture from 16 years ago of a young Scout sleeping in my window seat. In her early years she enjoyed being under the covers but as she grew older she’d only go under the covers when she was upset.
Boolie 