The Meowser and Me. . .

Doors. . .

A Perfect Evening Begins With . . .

Izzy

It has been a few days since I put up a meowser picture. I just can't help myself, she is too cute!

Rainbow Springs

Space

The Little Things. . .

Prettiness...is that a word?

My roses are doing so well. They all bloom at once, leaving me with lots of pretty flowers to fill my home with. Now I just need to add to my vase collection. I love my little bunny and penguin. Now I just need a squirrel vase to add to my little animal collection.

Daisy

I went into the backyard this morning and immediately heard plaintive little meows. I'm starting to wonder how much time this little cat spends in my yard. She was quite comfortable lounging on a kayak.

If she continues being so precious, it is going to be hard for me not to keep her. I wonder if Izzy would like her? Probably not. She then threw herself in front of the door to prevent me from returning inside. When that failed, she attempted to sneak in. Sigh. She is too sweet.

Meow

We have a squatter in our backyard. I have named her Daisy. She is a little silver tabby kitty kat. I went outside to water the roses this morning and she was on the deck staring at me. So I gave her some belly rubs and she tried to eat my hand.

I've seen her around the house before, but she usually runs off home. At least I hope she has a home to run off to. She has a collar, but she must belong to brilliant people, because there is no tag attached to that collar.

I went to go back inside, to my Izzy Rose, who doesn't have a tag or a collar, but who is petrified of being outside and therefore has no need for either, since she is a strictly inside kitty, and Daisy tried to follow me in. She was very persistent. I didn't let her in though, I don't believe in catnapping. So I went inside and found my Izzy, who was and still is pretty pissed at me. She is a jealous meowser and doesn't like it when I give belly rubs freely to other felines. I hope she gets over it by the end of the day.

Vacation Please

I wish I was here. . .





. . .but instead I am on my couch with a crim law textbook. Aargh.