We didn’t get to see the kitties yesterday, which is their usual place on the blog. This is an incredible oversight on my part. I’m the one that looks at the metrics. I’m the one that knows they are the most popular regular feature on the site. But the cats somehow know to. You think this is a joke I make, but no. They are insistent. They are incessant. They are insistently incessant.
And they are consistent.
They are consistently, insistently incessant.
It can be unpleasant, their persitent, if I don’t feature them in a timely fashion.
(As I write this, Poseidon has sat on meet, just to make sure … )
They look like they have a new album dropping, and this is one of their publicity photos.
Did you notice those boxes on the floor below them? Those are their boxes. If you don’t open, empty and remove boxes immediately, they become cat boxes.
We have a cardboard problem.
Phoebe likes to swim in the sunshine. This would have been a great photo, but I composed the negative space all wrong. In my defense, she can move pretty fast while doing the side stroke.
And, the other night, Poe decided that I’d done enough work for a while, and he figured he’d take over for a while.
I wish he’d done some of the grading for me. He never does any of the grading. He picks his spots with his incessant insistence.
Last night, by which I mean 5 p.m., I went to one of the local farms that sells fresh produce. We get an occasional box of goodies from them. The drive over was lovely.
This is the view from their front yard. I don’t know how long they’ve been there, or what determined how their home and some of their farm buildings were laid out, but they’ve got one heck of a view.
I wonder how many days a year they go out to see that, before it becomes old hat. And then, after a time, maybe they forget the everyday-ness of this, and see it again, in wonder.
They’ve got two dogs, at least, and they came to see me this evening. This was the second, and more needy of the two pooches.
Even got in the car when I opened the door. Had to talk him out of going for a ride with me. I’m sure they would miss him there at home. He’s a friendly dog in a fine home in a beautiful place and, last night, it was a perfect night.
