tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211166972024-03-19T00:02:31.519-05:00Cat's EyeStill mystified by my feline colleagues, still crazy after all these years.Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.comBlogger5957125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-18071970035027382862024-03-19T00:02:00.001-05:002024-03-19T00:02:00.134-05:00Kenta’s Yoga<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNusSY3PxdghWwzkJh23VC1q-pQw8zjUernVhnPLmMu_c1XIQPwAxwQk1m8TWyPpLcLCv_pT10qbNBOedzSysTyfqcaIJ_8w1CyDUooYi-LCKaaC7Z_G-Ouyo1BI4D86i6DH2kobj_ctAIKzt7VnqklLWtGpYXtgRXl0EE8IjFyRSpu6_PEv3iNg/s1377/593B3384-0850-424B-8E3A-4998CF725987.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1377" data-original-width="1377" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNusSY3PxdghWwzkJh23VC1q-pQw8zjUernVhnPLmMu_c1XIQPwAxwQk1m8TWyPpLcLCv_pT10qbNBOedzSysTyfqcaIJ_8w1CyDUooYi-LCKaaC7Z_G-Ouyo1BI4D86i6DH2kobj_ctAIKzt7VnqklLWtGpYXtgRXl0EE8IjFyRSpu6_PEv3iNg/w200-h200/593B3384-0850-424B-8E3A-4998CF725987.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Nothing to see here…<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-70813412774290149632024-03-18T00:04:00.001-05:002024-03-18T00:04:00.134-05:00Embracing Her Femininity<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hsbXQh0OCAsY-dwcZQ9UrLxo7LLPAISw_m8WYv_8CLrUGXScTa6vTQ1ENe5edAFx_R9r_a3mfwd3L4GQ5foyIrz7eQBJ1_QDAwvBT0FhNUN_pxaOQVkhWq20BPproRQmY-lNRdrFvbCFzDJvp2ImLXG6TAlPeEEWhJgkqOU9p9ErLalfae-8Cg/s1684/64309D39-4BE0-425C-9D28-6BD14B743A84.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1620" data-original-width="1684" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hsbXQh0OCAsY-dwcZQ9UrLxo7LLPAISw_m8WYv_8CLrUGXScTa6vTQ1ENe5edAFx_R9r_a3mfwd3L4GQ5foyIrz7eQBJ1_QDAwvBT0FhNUN_pxaOQVkhWq20BPproRQmY-lNRdrFvbCFzDJvp2ImLXG6TAlPeEEWhJgkqOU9p9ErLalfae-8Cg/w200-h193/64309D39-4BE0-425C-9D28-6BD14B743A84.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>I think Norma has done a remarkable job in finding her way as the only female in our man cave. She forever holds her own.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-68126772429007500042024-03-15T00:00:00.001-05:002024-03-15T00:00:00.253-05:00Stand Up<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dnmdabGvqwHF3fXVrDMUCcuYh2F1Y23mMFr8GoFUOBuvDvIBqZfNtTv9f_OgyaovmpvPneBhYeTk-QdfokbVKqX8hOg51Y1bvDewAqBRws3-u8Yjz7TqrIRnOAdmwJJUilQion8Bqe3IAYIBEXLKKAHvF4c3k9RKlAQnssdtC0SBas13gNth3Q/s824/C1B8AF22-ABA6-43A2-B652-252F32D7D004.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="824" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dnmdabGvqwHF3fXVrDMUCcuYh2F1Y23mMFr8GoFUOBuvDvIBqZfNtTv9f_OgyaovmpvPneBhYeTk-QdfokbVKqX8hOg51Y1bvDewAqBRws3-u8Yjz7TqrIRnOAdmwJJUilQion8Bqe3IAYIBEXLKKAHvF4c3k9RKlAQnssdtC0SBas13gNth3Q/w200-h200/C1B8AF22-ABA6-43A2-B652-252F32D7D004.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Norma is the most vertical cat that’s ever lived in this house.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-42895686408584943812024-03-14T00:04:00.002-05:002024-03-14T00:04:00.242-05:00Common Connections<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVBaz-qVkueQIzOAxYrFUexuitkqE_ZxbTjBFZ_Sz3MAKXT3lRaEXTbMfz4iq7HTy5SfG692SXLIKck19L4Od6INPfnUHMPYV3ln1Pjpz5Yps4uGkHA44bOW9VdcXXLrNJyn-flnRBGC7OglC4IhvF1p-WBhtn1S4xwHLqCa0-al9zeZpalMKdg/s1675/31916ACB-5677-4483-86E7-707428AB1EF2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1619" data-original-width="1675" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVBaz-qVkueQIzOAxYrFUexuitkqE_ZxbTjBFZ_Sz3MAKXT3lRaEXTbMfz4iq7HTy5SfG692SXLIKck19L4Od6INPfnUHMPYV3ln1Pjpz5Yps4uGkHA44bOW9VdcXXLrNJyn-flnRBGC7OglC4IhvF1p-WBhtn1S4xwHLqCa0-al9zeZpalMKdg/w200-h193/31916ACB-5677-4483-86E7-707428AB1EF2.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>This was Thompson’s favorite place to rest. Kenta has discovered why Thompson loved it so much. Wait until it’s warm enough to crack the window open a bit.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-28559288832933546402024-03-13T00:01:00.001-05:002024-03-13T10:57:31.036-05:00DST<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl7bB9SZXDjV0ZBFjKNW6IwR4RU8UWq6O9FHo4T2iNUB099VACf9a-XkGq5qdnIg4LERa0srx3_PHnVY_sS_od-ak-A95PWkEBZUU9SUfRhZX5W0o-7scIBzlU4wOAMW7pKiao2gyZBWdttVegE3id1tzy5fq6NnS0-6Vr2KKuJFIGKxq5Db6-Tg/s5712/IMG_8138.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl7bB9SZXDjV0ZBFjKNW6IwR4RU8UWq6O9FHo4T2iNUB099VACf9a-XkGq5qdnIg4LERa0srx3_PHnVY_sS_od-ak-A95PWkEBZUU9SUfRhZX5W0o-7scIBzlU4wOAMW7pKiao2gyZBWdttVegE3id1tzy5fq6NnS0-6Vr2KKuJFIGKxq5Db6-Tg/w200-h150/IMG_8138.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>I didn’t know Daylight Savings Time began last weekend until Sunday afternoon when I got into my car and the clock was one hour behind my iPhone. I’m surprised Norma and her brothers let me sleep in. The predecessors in our house never would have let that happen.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-43403913173691946652024-03-12T00:03:00.001-05:002024-03-12T00:03:00.136-05:00Chillin’<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipA_xncyYDF42RUXAlf1-t18EJutfa370sQdBgibiFRToSFooe5-f0OVpqDaB-gpxHwjcnGd0x_DWf_Uw_W-ISI6Ba_GYj0tX8SX6ZVo5WzMEQCxyTVEDH_iq-KoH7S_8KU89obJXjjyjCYVu0RfF55yIUBz5bZvcDFcuChRzarMLqqvwb4FgvYg/s1169/773185AA-108C-40E7-8028-7F0FAB090AB2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="1169" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipA_xncyYDF42RUXAlf1-t18EJutfa370sQdBgibiFRToSFooe5-f0OVpqDaB-gpxHwjcnGd0x_DWf_Uw_W-ISI6Ba_GYj0tX8SX6ZVo5WzMEQCxyTVEDH_iq-KoH7S_8KU89obJXjjyjCYVu0RfF55yIUBz5bZvcDFcuChRzarMLqqvwb4FgvYg/w200-h200/773185AA-108C-40E7-8028-7F0FAB090AB2.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Just a couple of bros hanging out.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-75407097324538631982024-03-11T00:01:00.000-05:002024-03-11T00:01:00.150-05:00Queen Sized Bed<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHq2IqACIdI83Q4imUkMWz7EES_UChrDuZt_190pWCcNFe2u5NNTfdZcoMw4j6iOY6lVKqLc1ZOYbC10Ido1BtixgHWJHyYcaf38hXoAri6R-9yGfZpBiaHQ2UKfHyWxLCZoJTry0lLPQKbikTTeA7V8NSPPDvRFyF5JcQ7HKYZCdBX20nS7aJRg/s5712/IMG_8072.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHq2IqACIdI83Q4imUkMWz7EES_UChrDuZt_190pWCcNFe2u5NNTfdZcoMw4j6iOY6lVKqLc1ZOYbC10Ido1BtixgHWJHyYcaf38hXoAri6R-9yGfZpBiaHQ2UKfHyWxLCZoJTry0lLPQKbikTTeA7V8NSPPDvRFyF5JcQ7HKYZCdBX20nS7aJRg/w200-h150/IMG_8072.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Kenta doesn’t seem to mind at all that the bed may not be big enough for him although let the record show Norma and Alias have taken naps together in the same bed.<p></p><p> </p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-32158865409771774512024-03-08T00:04:00.001-06:002024-03-08T00:04:00.133-06:00Angel<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXv24IXHz13Zj_mAIZzgF_3PMTjyf31jnO3Fq_5Xnahe_7i_Eq3gaLyRBZAMnECce4KmEFkKVb3lknjihJ40GAUMkgA3XddO-32vHrxTv_vSelDCHFSOhMofazuConhUaht3sMP_y1srfaBKZBMBSX7cJNuh5T6yMXJTUUheQo1OZbKnYyPw8ug/s5712/IMG_8111.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5712" data-original-width="4284" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXv24IXHz13Zj_mAIZzgF_3PMTjyf31jnO3Fq_5Xnahe_7i_Eq3gaLyRBZAMnECce4KmEFkKVb3lknjihJ40GAUMkgA3XddO-32vHrxTv_vSelDCHFSOhMofazuConhUaht3sMP_y1srfaBKZBMBSX7cJNuh5T6yMXJTUUheQo1OZbKnYyPw8ug/w150-h200/IMG_8111.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div>I told Alias he’s my little angel. He’s looking for his halo.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-37845685829117978162024-03-07T00:02:00.001-06:002024-03-07T11:00:16.149-06:00Kenta’s Sister<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWou_SBbza6IvbIaobJ-gTCeBUUs464L_RyOAMfA-eyt22aRFFe9MiXutgHdbXZe3agSMUOXQxnwJV_6-NXmmDTrGJOp_vUiEobBx4s8ddU5Broos2PS_N_N-4R7AKJl0CeENZvKYXoUVimx10YzM8Buh0wiiUip08mCHfI7uRMTsUVsgGAUcJA/s1737/07B2B3DD-82C3-4333-BA84-FAE00E1FC190.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1620" data-original-width="1737" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWou_SBbza6IvbIaobJ-gTCeBUUs464L_RyOAMfA-eyt22aRFFe9MiXutgHdbXZe3agSMUOXQxnwJV_6-NXmmDTrGJOp_vUiEobBx4s8ddU5Broos2PS_N_N-4R7AKJl0CeENZvKYXoUVimx10YzM8Buh0wiiUip08mCHfI7uRMTsUVsgGAUcJA/w200-h186/07B2B3DD-82C3-4333-BA84-FAE00E1FC190.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Kenta and Norma have an interesting relationship. Actually she likes to do the same thing to me, putting her paws under my chin.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-1772225124937460502024-03-06T00:47:00.003-06:002024-03-06T12:06:56.057-06:00Discovering Less Stinky Clothes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAY91lJRMLRvqENuMr5XZ1Ovm30R3O2xga4aPfFdO11NjFAc9sXghIQKaurR1f3th1eCffs-ks48wnBwekTg1SUnF1wyzf149dKbvMmE8zXkGQFnJCxCkbrBjVuTPtuTw4tZFBmuhg0Q4-hIORZMNakAbYm8uCPmfBSxFGYlDw96jq-YcwPK2gg/s5712/IMG_8033.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAY91lJRMLRvqENuMr5XZ1Ovm30R3O2xga4aPfFdO11NjFAc9sXghIQKaurR1f3th1eCffs-ks48wnBwekTg1SUnF1wyzf149dKbvMmE8zXkGQFnJCxCkbrBjVuTPtuTw4tZFBmuhg0Q4-hIORZMNakAbYm8uCPmfBSxFGYlDw96jq-YcwPK2gg/w200-h150/IMG_8033.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>I was putting away my laundry and stepped away for 10 seconds. When I returned, this is what I saw.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-79777838239482889232024-03-05T00:00:00.001-06:002024-03-05T00:00:00.136-06:00Test Drive<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkL0DtaGUaJwOtLp3pokWxw4ZgUZZgfykrLkxAeDVzHTGLgjfqSxVECedHNnuUxIiSeQw5k4r0C5LtJTQSzCK2LC5w5B_s1qrByvLUT8zjxtNHSpbFezTtTaEOFbkNuwYxfmb150ZMbIgeld4mg0hsGozAyvUyZUd8dPe6tRHUnFcdmvcRzZhyphenhyphenZg/s5712/IMG_8008.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkL0DtaGUaJwOtLp3pokWxw4ZgUZZgfykrLkxAeDVzHTGLgjfqSxVECedHNnuUxIiSeQw5k4r0C5LtJTQSzCK2LC5w5B_s1qrByvLUT8zjxtNHSpbFezTtTaEOFbkNuwYxfmb150ZMbIgeld4mg0hsGozAyvUyZUd8dPe6tRHUnFcdmvcRzZhyphenhyphenZg/w200-h150/IMG_8008.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div> Alias approves of our new plush hut.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-35282146033518109222024-03-04T01:09:00.004-06:002024-03-04T01:13:37.588-06:00Remembering Theo<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAiQ565Ct3psBky02GhCDNP7zhnYMgJf87oFgI9lTwexsd3ErMB9AvVtY0B8fe7XSOFXtLSzXKwTRVviHiujASEe4Sd-6z4lUmJhTuAK1vDkW81sDLLk2izyQdvYIr7yd0KXPJayOtYUJ8761eJv4IicTkGj2YbY93wVoWOPCCMGEoM1WGMEWbw/s5712/IMG_7996.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAiQ565Ct3psBky02GhCDNP7zhnYMgJf87oFgI9lTwexsd3ErMB9AvVtY0B8fe7XSOFXtLSzXKwTRVviHiujASEe4Sd-6z4lUmJhTuAK1vDkW81sDLLk2izyQdvYIr7yd0KXPJayOtYUJ8761eJv4IicTkGj2YbY93wVoWOPCCMGEoM1WGMEWbw/w200-h150/IMG_7996.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Norma shared this same space and warmth with Theo. I’m glad she’s now willingly doing so with her new brother .<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-58690772094549409612024-03-01T00:04:00.001-06:002024-03-01T00:04:00.157-06:00A Winterless Year<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObgmAProZ7Dvpl9HKCjAJwIeIOzEbFnv65DXI_tFJpjXsKTawXPSHzEyy5IzZCXk10vr43s2XHhtHOgziOfiFEggbkV95hJFwiMmyCOZJURAcu0Jr9Ad1r-XRm8PL5EwYDuosCuGwg7aCfvuTtDADOD-yIPSDVlJzWsKefzvrpBQ4rsZcQ4VUNQ/s4032/31B3DB65-EAF4-4FDB-B832-704BEB1D2836.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiObgmAProZ7Dvpl9HKCjAJwIeIOzEbFnv65DXI_tFJpjXsKTawXPSHzEyy5IzZCXk10vr43s2XHhtHOgziOfiFEggbkV95hJFwiMmyCOZJURAcu0Jr9Ad1r-XRm8PL5EwYDuosCuGwg7aCfvuTtDADOD-yIPSDVlJzWsKefzvrpBQ4rsZcQ4VUNQ/w200-h150/31B3DB65-EAF4-4FDB-B832-704BEB1D2836.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>We got snow Wednesday and it’s supposed to be over 60 degrees this weekend. Alias is starting to think Minnesota has the goofiest winters in the country.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-33314417543712752312024-02-29T00:05:00.003-06:002024-03-04T21:24:14.714-06:00Bus Stop<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWj7flJoQ3OZ-PENJpre41z_J8_6SH-RPXOgIBFEmtoecXGBWHT8PfK8DFdQOZ9jwFnkBdcYPY-szciGeoB56R-wgi0MhpQZbct-tvxjAlLTWBQe5E0tVwcSIMpUMYq6gvGOEFYhcpIgYnTzDsVUsaXmp4LBoraNEJAsJr99yVXoCPYFY8mFbKg/s2188/F6C9F50E-E8A1-4DDF-9329-D0716F49D2EF.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2188" data-original-width="2188" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWj7flJoQ3OZ-PENJpre41z_J8_6SH-RPXOgIBFEmtoecXGBWHT8PfK8DFdQOZ9jwFnkBdcYPY-szciGeoB56R-wgi0MhpQZbct-tvxjAlLTWBQe5E0tVwcSIMpUMYq6gvGOEFYhcpIgYnTzDsVUsaXmp4LBoraNEJAsJr99yVXoCPYFY8mFbKg/w200-h200/F6C9F50E-E8A1-4DDF-9329-D0716F49D2EF.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Kenta is fascinated by our neighborhood’s student bus pickup. He wonders when he will get to go to school.<p></p><p> </p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-49278471094225867242024-02-28T00:02:00.000-06:002024-02-28T00:02:00.139-06:00Brothers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrazEVsE-2IhPeO7KqPQAyVcEYdnLVufb5JgqP6n8TaQ5ffLMCnHnPNFipcWUcsXeB_LV05jqGUzsg2jEeykaozsqq1NoTeO3vHXXcE7jHGyIEn7BoaYEf8lpBHTDXL4A150HBR0ygaqjsghRO8qjz6c7ro_9qjc-4X45BnKVWUrPRQKHcB26ieg/s5712/IMG_7906.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrazEVsE-2IhPeO7KqPQAyVcEYdnLVufb5JgqP6n8TaQ5ffLMCnHnPNFipcWUcsXeB_LV05jqGUzsg2jEeykaozsqq1NoTeO3vHXXcE7jHGyIEn7BoaYEf8lpBHTDXL4A150HBR0ygaqjsghRO8qjz6c7ro_9qjc-4X45BnKVWUrPRQKHcB26ieg/w200-h150/IMG_7906.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Kenta really likes his older brother. He often does whatever Alias is doing.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-88043305013336219762024-02-27T00:03:00.001-06:002024-02-27T00:03:00.140-06:00Once Upon a Time<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Y0ZQVbnl7g-t8m8eUKxXTA2m5YPkUr7wL6RL47rB9IaYW22Uf91399Yz26sSQcJ7U1_uv6R7cbRm_ucQmbuH-p873-_wS2RYTCYhv4zr6w1O_yTrHch8bdMffHy46F5PKewuG4Fa54iR1PEMREZ-VqC7OrUJNOKPViSIJLGKiIctEuWk6Zvcjg/s3698/C5757BA0-D409-49A4-9717-62ECE45D8AE4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3698" data-original-width="3698" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Y0ZQVbnl7g-t8m8eUKxXTA2m5YPkUr7wL6RL47rB9IaYW22Uf91399Yz26sSQcJ7U1_uv6R7cbRm_ucQmbuH-p873-_wS2RYTCYhv4zr6w1O_yTrHch8bdMffHy46F5PKewuG4Fa54iR1PEMREZ-VqC7OrUJNOKPViSIJLGKiIctEuWk6Zvcjg/w200-h200/C5757BA0-D409-49A4-9717-62ECE45D8AE4.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Spent much of the weekend napping with the boys. Norma stayed upstairs by herself. I let her know I wished she had joined us. It’s been a while since she napped on my legs, tummy side up. I miss that.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-82540880123626677322024-02-26T00:02:00.003-06:002024-02-26T00:02:00.145-06:00Kenta’s Friend<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqYrycTI3MIbo5KDA7MThS7JL5bLYMy4fZi-RPFFanHwrL6mXOogUuDMRp3_7tJxuG1UndiBiC29nHCxEbmJcMe7dBg4vqBexznEOcnxwpHfIofUXTdgK4wK47-VY6H1qLGz93tV5WxhOii6k7yYcOxcve4sTW7c54aBSS3srRjG47KCxj0s4XA/s5712/IMG_7865.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqYrycTI3MIbo5KDA7MThS7JL5bLYMy4fZi-RPFFanHwrL6mXOogUuDMRp3_7tJxuG1UndiBiC29nHCxEbmJcMe7dBg4vqBexznEOcnxwpHfIofUXTdgK4wK47-VY6H1qLGz93tV5WxhOii6k7yYcOxcve4sTW7c54aBSS3srRjG47KCxj0s4XA/s320/IMG_7865.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3yag557NNHdIdyuFTTOS8kVx8LTwuMHI5XDiBijjRkgaQzl3yTwsfXuklFPX3FduRkZg7BJEEXfPxijiSkYsBRamj_JehLFbAyAKEtMRFNUpL-yGBF5p2euVUBAtEzvznOxW-wczzuvZJ-FHlTir8yESqMUJVFNm1z2PEw-1g0KJ2ZXAwf_2ww/s1170/IMG_7494.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="1170" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3yag557NNHdIdyuFTTOS8kVx8LTwuMHI5XDiBijjRkgaQzl3yTwsfXuklFPX3FduRkZg7BJEEXfPxijiSkYsBRamj_JehLFbAyAKEtMRFNUpL-yGBF5p2euVUBAtEzvznOxW-wczzuvZJ-FHlTir8yESqMUJVFNm1z2PEw-1g0KJ2ZXAwf_2ww/s320/IMG_7494.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kenta’s favorite toy is the brown furry thing that he carries all around the house in his mouth. Wherever I find it I bring it upstairs and place it in different spots so Kenta too has to find it again. And he always does. We’ve had the toy for many years but none of my housemates have ever had any interest in it. When Kenta began playing with it, I wasn’t sure what it was but guessed opossum. Then I Googled what opossums look like and they look nothing like Kenta’s toy friend. So I started calling it his porcupine. Recently I ran across the picture of a hedge hog and I think that’s what it is. Meanwhile for some reason I started asking Kenta where his kangaroo was, which makes no sense. But it’s stuck so somehow Kenta’s toy is now his kangaroo.</div><br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-30739470346498455282024-02-23T00:00:00.000-06:002024-02-23T00:00:00.131-06:00Sentry<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ll3c2s3-vMNyreShEhAAtbOtxz6FEFDWHO8DktSNITDXuG29P-hWwIE8-xERO5uE8rlzRnWSxpCmNi3DTZsz8LnC9UBEuU2bNN_BkzeBS6UzBIWKePXo7Ic-XvmgaomI8Tnmz6AUrIbdgibTPr5pmDOLtt8OuJxYTRmF_x5ekjJST5EzCeakxg/s3961/EDC029D0-AB43-47CD-9F81-B0417F727679.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3961" data-original-width="3961" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ll3c2s3-vMNyreShEhAAtbOtxz6FEFDWHO8DktSNITDXuG29P-hWwIE8-xERO5uE8rlzRnWSxpCmNi3DTZsz8LnC9UBEuU2bNN_BkzeBS6UzBIWKePXo7Ic-XvmgaomI8Tnmz6AUrIbdgibTPr5pmDOLtt8OuJxYTRmF_x5ekjJST5EzCeakxg/w200-h200/EDC029D0-AB43-47CD-9F81-B0417F727679.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>It’s Alias’ shift to guard the box.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-36734496622117989292024-02-22T00:04:00.000-06:002024-02-22T00:04:00.145-06:00Box Sitting<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y6RK6J68Eo8wS6vtYJ2KrWPSkKb9UiY0YOwdk-8kkASV5h2RME7-hqHMA-VX0_Y9l5OPoPwxrAgrlZH_jImr8WJpmMeYn6G_Mv2y1awgaF1TnYJdVZHWjRx601n6EXCsmstvc6qsxUuCo30TZRTsJm1AEUgZF8BkhsG59zagezDwEgqXZAk1GQ/s4032/IMG_7783.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Y6RK6J68Eo8wS6vtYJ2KrWPSkKb9UiY0YOwdk-8kkASV5h2RME7-hqHMA-VX0_Y9l5OPoPwxrAgrlZH_jImr8WJpmMeYn6G_Mv2y1awgaF1TnYJdVZHWjRx601n6EXCsmstvc6qsxUuCo30TZRTsJm1AEUgZF8BkhsG59zagezDwEgqXZAk1GQ/w200-h150/IMG_7783.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Norma shows she takes the back seat to no one when it comes to box sitting.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-41964912224514607412024-02-21T00:04:00.001-06:002024-02-21T00:04:00.131-06:00Thompson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Qx-HA2PbhWupNt1ClDed-cDn6shyphenhyphenr1N90gW-Yfg72QRRd8t2TAqimEtdP8u73PPc6540J8o1tOOnsuAGNdN3N-Z7KJgHN8ENXxkmcfdKGhD1CgzBJR4ShtmW6nlDHHcxtiiKQTTP89yqUQzvxRxLFE3oJtIXwspEj1tfOkq1Z1lJtBCZtBhDpg/s2048/IMG_0794.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Qx-HA2PbhWupNt1ClDed-cDn6shyphenhyphenr1N90gW-Yfg72QRRd8t2TAqimEtdP8u73PPc6540J8o1tOOnsuAGNdN3N-Z7KJgHN8ENXxkmcfdKGhD1CgzBJR4ShtmW6nlDHHcxtiiKQTTP89yqUQzvxRxLFE3oJtIXwspEj1tfOkq1Z1lJtBCZtBhDpg/w400-h300/IMG_0794.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> I found this poem I wrote when Thompson died in 2018. It made me cry because it was written in total rawness of a really significant loss. He was a great cat, and he inspired me every day we lived together.<p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-84579778948342809862024-02-20T00:00:00.001-06:002024-02-20T00:00:00.144-06:00Fitting Right In<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzhhLXVr8BVcRDSO_7radxfKjsyz6Ed9XxGNNuSq9k1BhZWiIY37r6pBatJHq1iLTLU3xT0xV2wbt0RmhIafHrhRnolLpkQyAptF0Wg_JQBMk6g_uSoa4dD_WZgSag_FPeTBQWMf65DLWcT_W6MRUifJWsJcGrKEMwrnhugtONLqgWiiiwTdxNA/s5712/IMG_7662.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWzhhLXVr8BVcRDSO_7radxfKjsyz6Ed9XxGNNuSq9k1BhZWiIY37r6pBatJHq1iLTLU3xT0xV2wbt0RmhIafHrhRnolLpkQyAptF0Wg_JQBMk6g_uSoa4dD_WZgSag_FPeTBQWMf65DLWcT_W6MRUifJWsJcGrKEMwrnhugtONLqgWiiiwTdxNA/w200-h150/IMG_7662.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>I love how quickly Kenta found his place in our house. He loves both of his siblings.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-53802774570117223822024-02-19T00:02:00.001-06:002024-02-19T00:02:00.129-06:00Shadowing<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVYhvaW49HFR3be5sW-9TCvFk6HpOV0Nrq39W1AG3vOKHU8Ukwu53ko4W0wZUBi6fzNQv9KPHBudvC1HFsu9sKX-TJixhGT6hVVEODW2Y3C4nMWJUAZhEG5XhfM3ugT3y2L6m8Efb52Sx_B8KcRASjcoYty-EPmLlbJuAsWKqrtKcuiEqw28Fdg/s4096/15B44A51-C338-4274-BAEF-AC0EE5A14D61.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4096" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVYhvaW49HFR3be5sW-9TCvFk6HpOV0Nrq39W1AG3vOKHU8Ukwu53ko4W0wZUBi6fzNQv9KPHBudvC1HFsu9sKX-TJixhGT6hVVEODW2Y3C4nMWJUAZhEG5XhfM3ugT3y2L6m8Efb52Sx_B8KcRASjcoYty-EPmLlbJuAsWKqrtKcuiEqw28Fdg/w200-h150/15B44A51-C338-4274-BAEF-AC0EE5A14D61.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Kenta loves to do exactly what Alias is doing.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-62672888008116832702024-02-16T00:02:00.001-06:002024-02-16T00:02:00.132-06:00The Food Lady Was Great But…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3kHxbdwoPZpnNguwl2e8dNnQFUwBkiFiLQNqaa6uXlF0DnOztlGiydd-VqkhKhMpeYv-rAkUNihg2uc9Izd6STyuql9SOJG7E2duTTjOoM_oU3YcYVz_XC78bXOTs7XO87ggv-VbRhpNq9kZ6SV3U5tPqJqopqflDW3m0EdsDHnas0r2Zee5_Q/s4032/IMG_7572.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3kHxbdwoPZpnNguwl2e8dNnQFUwBkiFiLQNqaa6uXlF0DnOztlGiydd-VqkhKhMpeYv-rAkUNihg2uc9Izd6STyuql9SOJG7E2duTTjOoM_oU3YcYVz_XC78bXOTs7XO87ggv-VbRhpNq9kZ6SV3U5tPqJqopqflDW3m0EdsDHnas0r2Zee5_Q/w200-h150/IMG_7572.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Norma has been extra cuddly since my return from my business trip. I think she actually missed me some.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-87929286796107144882024-02-15T00:04:00.000-06:002024-02-15T00:04:00.124-06:00Rumble<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgria9vKy7rmvXfdZ5glsdnJ5axE3VsAFbJPST55UXYShSprCeTMlA-uqiCy2gpkJpcUh4HF4dKQFbju7vbokrGGs8HgZFLQ14NX2SV3AfGep1uIM1YzbIl36B02v_zITWm-RDR-5iboq5q11Q9WkRxr2cgtnAc-0aEqEyGbg-xWqIx_rnUZICdqQ/s5712/IMG_7579.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgria9vKy7rmvXfdZ5glsdnJ5axE3VsAFbJPST55UXYShSprCeTMlA-uqiCy2gpkJpcUh4HF4dKQFbju7vbokrGGs8HgZFLQ14NX2SV3AfGep1uIM1YzbIl36B02v_zITWm-RDR-5iboq5q11Q9WkRxr2cgtnAc-0aEqEyGbg-xWqIx_rnUZICdqQ/w200-h150/IMG_7579.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Alias has a fairly deep wound next to his eye. I’m not sure which of his siblings is responsible but I’m guessing Norma since I’ve never seen Alias wrestle Kenta. Kenta has a wound on his ear, just a little cut. I guess Norma is showing the boys who’s the best brawler in the house.<br /> <p></p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116697.post-84662933440826759732024-02-14T00:01:00.002-06:002024-02-14T00:01:00.151-06:00Evaluation<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzZE0c1x6WwjxwjUMGFM0uS_4cdm1rycyv4zp3-0vD3-zdgoJVvmLcQFXqxvwRPIUGJQAVJE3rICxwmjF47I2q6NKocZn8DT_m0NesukfOfwcUzOC0E7Oc-Ug5qTZQ9Q-QAg3rQhebOOEkGKf32PAVrI1E3al-sPnX12yp0E6icgZOZVgLWb7MQ/s5712/IMG_7562.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4284" data-original-width="5712" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzZE0c1x6WwjxwjUMGFM0uS_4cdm1rycyv4zp3-0vD3-zdgoJVvmLcQFXqxvwRPIUGJQAVJE3rICxwmjF47I2q6NKocZn8DT_m0NesukfOfwcUzOC0E7Oc-Ug5qTZQ9Q-QAg3rQhebOOEkGKf32PAVrI1E3al-sPnX12yp0E6icgZOZVgLWb7MQ/w200-h150/IMG_7562.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div>Here’s what Emily, my Rover.com cat sitter wrote about my housemates:<p></p><p>Kenta: Very food motivated!</p><p>Norma: Norma was super shy, but warmed up after a couple of days!</p><p>Alias: He took a minute to warm up but was so sweet.</p><p>I don’t disagree with any of her observations…<br /> </p>Dmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10027947967576830478noreply@blogger.com1