Our cat daddy said Layla has gone away on a big metal bird to Florida. I kept looking in the sky but didn’t see her. The only thing worse? No Mystery Miss meetings. None. Nada. Zilch. I’d really hoped to see her this week. The warm weather made me a bit crazy…
I ran around racing up and down trees, digging and rolling in the dirt and getting very dirty. With no girlfriend to impress, who cares? This old telephone pole is my favorite scratching post. And you know what goes up must come…
Domino is my partner in dirt. He loves getting dirty too. Layla rolls her eyes and threatens to bathe us but cats are self-cleaning. We get our white socks April fresh with a lick and a promise. Here we are about to get into some mischief.
Domino knows how to herd blind Merlin as well as Gris Gris.
Come on, a little to the left!
The extra warm winter has kept Merlin in good spirits. He’s lost weight and is in the early stages of kidney disease. We’ve noticed brisk walks stimulate his appetite. Every little bit helps.
Gris Gris loves sunbathing and inhaling the earth, hoping for spring and being his usual mysterious self.
Being the independent sort, he doesn’t mind that Layla is gone. Domino and me (Odin) are so busy playing, we’ve scarcely noticed her absence but Merlin is not amused. He knew even before the suitcase came out, so Layla had a good snuggle/communication session and promised to stay in touch. You know, like telepathy. It works for us. Anyway, Layla will be gone next Caturday as well, boo hoo, but we have all kinds of great surprises and posts lined up every day.
Are you doing anything different this weekend?