Lunch

Lunch happened yesterday, but it is almost too late for lunch today and Human Daddy has made no move towards the kitchen.

Three disconconsolate dogs, a little yellow one, a little black one, and a big black and white one, lounge on a grey loveseat.  They are wondering why they are not getting lunch today.  They got lunch yesterday and they assumed that set a precedent.

We will have to console ourselves with the fond memory of yesterday.

And hope for High Tea.

—Cosmo, Xena, and Sunny

Geological

Human Mommy, why are you once again taking photos of a grey, highly unobtrusive stone, and thereby peeking the Birdies’ worst suspicions?

This is a Cat blog, not a geological blog.

A grey, stripy cat sits in a tight loaf position on a bed of vibrant clover and grass.  She is staring daggers at the human taking her photo.  The dumb human is ruining her disguise by taking pictures.  The human needs to stop NOW.

No one is interested in stones, except hopefully the plump, playful Birdies who will recognize me as an irresistible perch.

—Luna