My eldest covered Missy the dog with a blanket. She was OK with it, until Sophie the cat came over and laid on her, like the dog was a pillow. I think Sophie knew exactly what she was doing. Missy was quite confused and appalled.

My eldest covered Missy the dog with a blanket. She was OK with it, until Sophie the cat came over and laid on her, like the dog was a pillow. I think Sophie knew exactly what she was doing. Missy was quite confused and appalled.

Thanks for sticking with me through that eight-day extended post series. As a reward, here is a picture of a double cat. Sophie decided it was a warm place to settle.


I couldn’t let the day go by without geeking out a little. I found this picture in my files from the before times, and thought the kitten looked rather like baby Yoda.
I’ve become fixated with the short haired black cat roaming the neighborhood. I see it all the time, except when I have the live trap baited! I think it knows, and I think it is laughing.

It is getting harder and harder to catch unfixed cats from my neighbor’s colony. I sat out for four hours one day and didn’t see a single un-notched right ear. I know there is a short haired black cat that roams the meadow, I’ve seen it on the trail cam, but it either doesn’t like tuna in oil, or knows when I am watching. It wasn’t a completely wasted day; I took my camera with me and did a fixed cat photo shoot. So now you get cat photos and memes. You’re welcome.


