Cats And More Cats

India has another UTI. How can I help her to get rid of this? Poor girl.

Snowflake was observed running down the driveway sideways with his back arched and tail flying at odd angles. His eyes were alert and his ears were bent on mischief. Ruffy, the receiver of his attentions froze in the drive watching the whirlwind of white fur approach, ready to dash to safety. The voice of one young boy calling, “Kitty, kitty, kitty, kiiiiiiity!” saved her the necessity as Snowy then turned and ran gleefully toward the call. Silly cat.

Orion has been a bit rude of late; he seems to be oblivious of the effect his 3-inch wide tail has upon his littermates when he rubs himself across their faces.

Observe the tails...

Bright has been given another nickname by a fellow homeschooler who rubbed the little butterball’s chin: I said her name was Bright, although we also refer to her as Not SO. My friend leaned over to look the dear cat in the face and asked, “Oh, sweetheart! Are you Dimly Lit?”

The arsenic hour has now returned. The weather is warm enough that each night at twilight all the cats begin to romp. They dash up trees, fly through the air at each other, and in general, act as if it is full moon. If you come to visit us at this time of the day, you will be glad that these felines are not capable of hunting humans.

Did I post this picture before? I know my daughter had it on her blog
It is amazing what a cat and his boy can accomplish...

Blessings!