Just Another Evening

The boyz love to be with me. Click to biggify.

thah boyz

Usually I’m in the empty space, and whoever is in Frankie’s spot is propped or draped on my leg. There may or may not be a girl on the floor at my feet. No wonder I can’t breathe. Ack! But what a wonderful way to suffocate, surrpunded by lurve!

The new header is Vicki, a wild girl who died the week the kittens were born. When Frank was born he was solid white, and I thought that was a little odd (reincarnation much?), but he colored up nicely. Vicki was almost to the point of staying in the room if I moved, but chances are she would have had kittens before I could have caught and tamed her. Her death was good for my wallet and the neighborhood, but horrible just the same.

I went out tonight to check out some cat noises, and saw the most beautiful sky! Washboard clouds moving quickly across an almost-full moon – gorgeous. I tried, but I haven’t played with my camera enough to get good night shots yet. This is the best I could do. Again, click=biggified.

man around the moon

Finally, at the risk of finally outing my ugly self, here’s my new friend and her name-tagged counterpart at a meeting yesterday. I hate having my pic taken, but this is… well, they were fast, is all. She’s the one with a collarbone. And a neck. Heh.

two very dangerous characters

I got all the way to the meeting site and realized I was wearing my very comfy fuzzy tan shoes. That wouldn’t have been a problem except for the black pants and socks, so i took ’em off when we got inside and went sock-footed. My pal here took hers off, too, and kept me in casual company for the duration.

OK, that’s my day. Well, not all of it, but the interesting part.

Later!