The blooms are starting to come out. Thankfully, there has been some rain here and suddenly everything is starting to be green.
The kitties are taking full advantage of sun and snuggling.
I had a lovely visit in Florida and I got to go horseback riding. So here is a good view from the back of a horse. This idyllic park like area at my dad’s place includes a couple of swings hung from the trees –you can see them off to the right.
Here a lovely sunset with the mares in their pasture with cypress trees.
The tulips are up and many other things are poking their heads out. The peonies and hostas haven’t made an appearance yet.
Just to get a kitty into the images: here is Claribel and her very long tail.
Last sunday it was warm and the river was really gorgeous.
While it was warm, the kitties in the house had some time on the porch.
Now the temperature has swung unbelievably, it has snowed here, and all the kitties are snuggling in while it finally looks like winter here. To give you a sense of the massive change in temperature: on Sunday it was 60F (15C) and this morning it is -8F (-22C).
I splurged on a new cat tree for the kitties. It has scratching posts, which is a good thing. Everyone has been very pleased about it.
Below is a picture of Claribel and her shadow in the morning sun.
It has been unseasonably warm here in the upper plains. The skies have had lovely clouds and the birds have been noisy in their enjoyment. It is a very full moon tonight.
August 20, 2009 – January 10, 2022
My silly, sweet, tail-flagging, rumpus-making, handsome ginger boy Vladimir was diagnosed with intestinal cancer after having a bloated abdomen. He was a kittenish boy, which made it harder to realize his actual age. Below is a quintessential video of his silliness. For context, I was away and the large, lidded container holds kibble; the cat sitter had moved it to the front porch. The small plastic container I used as a scoop. Vladimir realized that on some very lucky instances he could dislodge a full, covered container and, if the stars aligned, the lid would pop off when it hit the floor. Vladimir was a lover of the repetitive and could entertain himself for a surprisingly long time by pushing down a cardboard flap on a box that would then snap back up, and be pushed down again and snap back up, and on and on. No pictures give a proper sense of the loveliness of his flagging tail or the sound of him coming down a full flight of stairs in a total of five thumping strides.
He had a lovely life and is survived by his whole family: his mother and father, Mitsy and Cousin, and his sister. Claribel. We will all miss him and his sweet silliness.
The kitties are all very happy; they have two new beds. They aren’t properly big enough for two of them to fit into, but they have worked it out.
Above is little tiny Claribel all alone in one of them. She is the smallest of the inside kitties, but has a magnificently long tail to make up for any tininess. Here is a post with many more pictures of her (including as a little baby).
Milton, the big black cat, and Claribel are unlikely snuggle friends. He can be a bit roguish, but she is very quick and lithe and can easily get away from him. Milton is on the left below.
And below are several pictures of Milton and Claribel squeezed into the same new little bed.
Here is a picture of these two from last summer: Trouble and Sneaky:
It is unseasonably warm here in the upper plains and it was about 51F (about 10C) today. A lovely picnic at the river was an absolutely wonderful Christmas Eve treat.