I went to church today and then I got a good nap. Not like I haven't been getting a good nap everyday for the last two weeks or anything. Oh boy, school is going to be rough this semester. Do you think anyone will notice if I fall asleep on the ceramics worktables every afternoon? After the nap I unburied the picnic table from the painting supplies and realized there were cute furry things roaming around in the yard. It's amazing how one can be minding one's own business outside and then realize that one is being watched by furry things.
Betty, keeping a close eye on tiger. She belongs to the next door neighbor and comes into the yard in the late afternoon to watch the squirrels in the persimmon tree. At night she comes to look in the back window and proceeds to hurl herself at the opposing cat on the other side of the window.
Tiny, cross -eyed after getting one eye punctured. His name is Tiny because I caught him when he was feral at about six weeks. He had a bad cold and he was super cute and tiny. He has the absolute, softest fur I have ever felt on a cat. It is so soft and silky, you almost can't feel it. By day he is a sweet, submissive, scaredy cat. By night he becomes the king of the yard and tries to chase Betty around.
Tiger, keeping a close eye on Betty. AKA, cat with a 'tude. She is almost as attitudinal as Betty. I blame it on catching her when she was three weeks old and bottle feeding her. She thinks she is boss. Don't pet her unless she wants it or she'll bite. We have a strange relationship. I think I should pet her whenever I want. I get bit a lot, but not bad.