When my cat, Woody, died almost two years ago, Cookie was a lost soul. He is twice the size of the other cats and three times the size of Tippet, who is a parakeet in a cat suit. He is a gentle, loving cat and he missed his brother something fierce. Tippet wouldn't tolerate him, so he turned to Bernie. Bernie suffers his loving attentions because she, too, is a gentle soul. Sorry for the blurred image of Cookie, but he moved just as I snapped.
|Scrappy is waiting for Blankie, which is presently in the dryer.|
This is just a random shot of Slim. He and Cookie have very symetrical markings - I think it looks like he has mutton chops! He is poised on a high vantage point - all the better to wreak havoc on all of us.
I have hung my Spring wreath on the front door and am diligently ignoring - lalalalalalalala. However, I am not ready for flipflops as we are presently getting more - lalalalalalalala. I should be certifiable by April.