Estrella, the way home: Timber Camp II
Heck YEAH I stopped there for the night, it was too sweet a spot not to. I’m pretty sure that picture of Tyrava is an oops, but it’s nicely dramatic, so what the heck.
April 2020
it’s birthday season!
Today, April 25th, is Loiosh’s birthday, as near as I can reckon. He’s twelve. I can’t believe it’s been twelve years. He was such a wee tiny butthead! & now he’s a full-size butthead who won’t let me get any sewing done. On May 1st, it’ll be The Vagabond Tabby’s twelfth birthday! I’ve been doing …
ghost hug
(I took this pic to send to my sister who had surgery last week — she came through JUST FINE, yay! — but I bet a lot of us could use a ghost hug right now, so here’s one for those of y’all what need it.) On to the cat pictures!
emergency road trip (everyone is okay)
I want to repeat that EVERYONE IS OKAY & I’m not gonna go into detail but note: if your cat is not eating & your vet in more interested in doing lots of tests instead of GETTING FOOD INTO YOUR CAT, get a new vet. AND GET SOME FOOD INTO YOUR CAT. ANYWAY what with …
the unstuckening
At some point in the recent-ish past — look, time is fake, okay — I decided to pack up the boys & spend the afternoon down by the lake. Things … did not go as planned. As witness.
cats in a time of covid
They don’t care, except that Loiosh is getting bored because I haven’t taken him ANYWHERE AT ALL MOM (except for an emergency trip to Albuquerque but more about that later). Mostly their lives are about the same, only with more opportunities to lay on Mom.