How do we know the white paw in the first photo really isn’t Quint’s nose sticking out? Still see that Tessa glare, though. Maybe Quint’s the reason for the glare?
We don’t know what this is. We see two cats, who both profess to hate each other, eating within paw-smacking distance. And yet, no hissing, no smacking or whapping, no photo of violence deemed inappropriate for human viewing. Was it the food? Were these two extra hungry this morning and didn’t care who was nearby? Did someone (Viola) forget that countertop is Tessa’s domain? We just don’t know.
The commonality between all three photos is Tessa. She still has the glare. She’s still in love with her white paws. She is aging and maybe, becoming more . . . tolerant? It’s a mystery.
It’s possible this is one of the many, many black and white visitors we’ve had this year, or not. Either way, look at those eyes. Mom wanted to pick it up and give it kisses. It was meowing loudly on the other side of the fence and definitely knew all about the chicken catnip treats we leave in the feeding stations. So Mom put a couple of pinches out. But this kitty wasn’t about to get close to anyone and waited for Mom to get back inside. Looks like this is a case of “give me the treats and no one will get hurt.”
Several times each day, a female hummingbird visits the bright red Cardinal flower just outside the kitchen window. Whenever Mom’s home, she tries to get a good photo of it. This is the best she can do.
We have 3 mama raccoons visiting us each morning and between them, 4 babies. Here’s the unnamed mama with her singleton baby. The other two mamas who visit regularly are Bea and Skinny Tail, who share mama duties with their 3 babies.
A while later, and while the singleton baby wandered around the backyard snarfing up dropped birdseed, mama raccoon took a long drink from the fountain and washed her paws, like all civilized ladylike raccoons do. We’re sure she’ll pass these important life skills on to her baby.
Lastly, we saw Joe the Frog just 2 weeks ago, before the hot temperature set in for over a week. We haven’t seen him in 2-3 years and you know, he’s really taking care of himself. A Northern Red Legged frog, he looked exactly the same as the last time he came around. Mom raced inside to grab the camera but when she returned, all she got was a photo of a pile of leaves. Joe had hopped off into the deep shade of the azaleas, probably to sit and beat himself up for returned home too soon from summer vacationing in Cortina d’Ampezzo near the Swiss Alps. Should have listened to all your jet setting frog friends, Joe. Maybe next year?
I slept late today, something I never do. Just can’t wake up yet. Must have been all those household chores* Mom made me to the other day. Or maybe it was listening to all the chores she signed me up to do next weekend. Maybe I deserve to sleep late. Maybe I should go back to bed. What time is it anyway?
It’s time for all us late sleepers to shine, my orangie brother. Days like today are made for long, late morning sleeping. Here’s a tip: If you look like you’re sleeping, no one will bother you with chores. Always works for me!
*Colehaus Cats do chores? *snort* As if! If Quint overslept it was most likely because he was digging through one of two toyboxes until after midnight, scattering toys all over the floor of the Cat Den. That, and he probably hit snooze on his alarm clock too many times.
Today’s Quint’s 13th gotcha-versary. If that doesn’t deserve a late sleeping morning, we don’t know what else would.
