
Chair Lily


There really isn’t enough room for both of you on top of that cat tree, but somehow you’re squeezing yourselves in there.
We slept pretty late this morning. The cats welcomed us to the land of the conscious by running around all crazy like, following us everywhere we went, and literally building a pillow fort.
Robin Sparkles is the prettiest kitty ever. All arguments to the contrary are invalid.
Lily is sitting on the back of the comfy chair in the living room and she’s chirping at birds out in the yard. She spent the last few hours hiding under a bed somewhere as Jen’s folks were here for a visit. Why were you such a jerk, Lily? She came out of hiding within about a minute of Nana and Papa leaving. What a jerk, right?
We were talking about bird houses. That does it. I am getting a bird house for the yard this year. Hell, I might get two. One for the front yard and one for the back yard.
I’m off to amazon to do some bird house shopping right now. Updates to follow.
I can’t figure out what they’re looking at, but they keep jumping up onto the window sill and starring at the same general place. There was a squirrel in the next yard, but I don’t think that’s it.
These over the shoulder, quality time hanging with cat pics are harder to take with my real camera than with my iPhone, but the results can be a ton better.
Just hanging out with my little Lily Pad, watching The Flash and being best buds.