V moved the cat tree in the middle of the room. I don’t think they will ever let me move it back to the corner. They all love it where it is. Now if I can capture a shot with Nine in the tunnel, we will almost have a full set.
It was raining. I put a towel over the rug so that the dogs would wipe their feet when they came in. Nine thought it was an extra covering for his tunnel. He loves to be under rugs and towels and bedclothes. He looked like a tootsie roll until the dogs stepped on him.
Gertrude and Cuddles were not friends. Cuddles, unlike her name, wasn’t really friends with anyone. She mostly lived in my bedroom and would paw-smack anyone who got too close to the bed
In this rare photo moment in winter 2006, I caught Gert and Cuddie looking out the back door at the birds flitting in the bird bath on the deck. Somehow a common enemy brought them together.
Gertrude passed in 2007 and Cuddles in 2010.
We seal that backdoor in the winter to keep the draft out. The little solar gnome makes sure that we can see our way down the hall at night with his flickering light. I guess you could say that the cats were ‘Hanging with their ‘Nomie.’