Summer is Here

It's gotten hot and muggy. Even with the air conditioner and ceiling fan going upstairs where Alias, Norma and I spend most of our time, it's a little warm Their energy level is definitely lower.
 

My Heartbeats

Three of my loves: Kenta, Alias and baseball.
 

Simply Pointing Out the Obvious

Kenta is pointing out the wood floor needs sweeping. 
 

Show Off

Norma’s showing off her tremendous whiskers. 
 

Vogue

Alias has the perfect face. He really does.
 

Splat

Kenta got hollered at for the second time. Alias was sitting belly up on my lap as I was working on my computer like he does most nights. Kenta decided he wanted to sit on my lap too so he jumped on top of poor defenseless Alias. Alias yelped and scampered away. Kenta was scared by Alias’ reaction and my immediate, “THAT WAS NOT NICE, KENTA!” And he ran downstairs. 

He often wants to join or replace Alias on my lap but usually I see him and hold my hand as a blockade. I didn’t see him this time. Around 15 minutes later Kenta returned, hopped up on my empty lap and was deeply purring and rubbing up against me as if to offer an apology. No need, I can’t stay mad at Kenta. Norma on the other hand…

The latest cat I’ve been assigned to help get adopted is Grayson, a medium grey fur one year old. When I read his profile I couldn’t  help compare him with Kenta. An extremely anxious cat at first, but a loving ball of fur once he comes out of his shell...

Four Eyes

Sometimes I feel like I’m being watched. I don’t know why.