Baby K just loves our black cat, Emmett. He’s the most laid back cat you’ll ever meet – he actually goes up to her and lets her pull his hair or grab his ears. He’s just happy to get attention from someone! I love watching their sweet relationship grow.
Sunday mornings with Baby K are the best. She has been sleeping until about 9 a.m., so on Sundays I get to wake her up for a change – to get ready for church. I love opening her curtains, singing to her, and watching her stretch, squeak, and squirm, as if to say, “I’m not ready to wake up yet, Mom!” Once her eyes open she’s full of smiles. This weekend my sister and nephew got to witness this highlight of my week.
Here’s the final photo from Thanksgiving in Denver. This is one of the wind farms we passed on the long drive through Western Kansas.
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The first beautiful leaf fallen from our maple tree (taken before the tree turned a brilliant yellow).
After planting a green pepper plant in May and watering it regularly, it’s finally starting to produce peppers! I’d almost given up. Aren’t they cute? I hope they taste as good as they look.
After spending way too much money in vet bills, I think we’ve officially adopted the black cat we rescued a couple of months ago. It just occurred to me that I’d only taken one picture of him. After trying for quite a while yesterday, I realize why. He doesn’t sit still for one. single. second. He’s the most affectionate cat you’ll ever meet, but he still doesn’t get along great with our other cat. He chases her in what seems to be an assertion of dominance. Any tips out there?
I accidentally watered this guy last night along with my green beans, but he didn’t seem to mind. He probably enjoyed it with all the dry weather we’ve had lately. I’m thinking it’s a katydid – can anyone confirm?
I decided to continue with the cat trend today. Two nights ago we found a cat outside our local community center. Now, I wouldn’t normally bring home a stray cat. But this guy came right up to me and let me pet him, he rubbed up against me, and he followed me all the way to the car. He was declawed and looked like he belonged to someone, but he had no collar, and the closest houses were across a busy intersection. So we (this was a mutual decision between my husband and I) decided to bring him home. He’s been living in our garage for two days, but I can tell by his constant meowing that he’s ready to come inside. If the owner doesn’t respond to our fliers quickly, we may just have a second kitty!
Why, hello little guy!