My wife and I share the house with three cats. They’re great. They’re also perfectly defective, each in her/his own unique way. Here are some of their better (?) moments from March 2018.
It’s pretty obvious that Wembley was asleep until right before I got home. Note the ruffled fur atop his sleepy little head.
Hunger + anger = hanger
Ursula’s face is curious, sweet, and intimidating all at once. She can take care of herself. She also likes the nook she’s found in the cat tower.
I’m not sure who did this, or how, but the football ended up on top of the can of cat food with the closet door closed.
Ursula was curious about the box in my hand. Also, I love the way her whiskers go all over the place.
She can be so dignified sometimes … assuming you ignore her permanently rumpled whiskers.
I do have three cats. One of them, Gobo, spent most of the month curled up on a heat vent. I think he was responsible for the getting the football in the closet, though.
In June, 2016, I traveled down to Alabama to help take care of my mom while she recovered from a knee replacement. Normally, I would have driven to Alabama, but my doctor discouraged that, given that I had surgery scheduled a little more than a month from when the trip started. So, I flew to and from Alabama, making this a non-road trip, even if I did some driving while in Alabama. I still took photos of things during my travels, because that’s just what I do.
When this trip took place, we didn’t have Chick-fil-A restaurants popping up all over Michigan, so this sign was a welcome sight, because I knew waffle fries were in my immediate future.
This is the post office I visited when I was growing up.
This is Phoebe. She allows my sister and brother-in-law to live with her.
She also felt the need to carefully inspect my camera.
The folks who named this place were doing it right.
It was nice to explore a bit of history while awaiting my flight home.
This is Fisherman by Frank Fleming.
My mom sent me home with toys for the cats. Here, Wembley shows his approval.