Routine

Alias has his routine. Part of it is claiming his favorite cat bed after his last meal of the day before Kenta does. Of course, if Kenta wants the bed he’ll lay on top of Alias until Alias gets up and goes somewhere else.
 

Blast from the Past

This may be the first time Mr. Max and I appear in this blog.

 

And All I Have is a Photograph…

I need my birth certificate for some paperwork I need to file. I remember a couple of years ago moving it out of a desk drawer to someplace safe. The only problem is now I don’t remember where that safe place is. But I did find a bunch of old photographs of Mr. Max, Diego-San, and Thompson (Theo came along in the digital age). 

I showed them to Alias, Norma and Kenta and explained who these three other cats were, each of their personalities and what I loved most about them. I’m not sure why, but it left me feeling good to share my memories of those who came before to my great current group of housemates.
 

Oldie but Goodie

Me: “Hey Kenta, is that a paw in your ear?” “Kenta: I’m sorry I can’t hear you because there’s a paw in my ear.”
 

Smothered

Kenya is smothering his brother with love. Alias actually tolerated this for a fairly long time…
 

Felt Spring Like

It got up to 50 degrees yesterday and it was a bright sunny day. The foot of snow we got over the weekend is melting away. I hope my housemates enjoyed some sun puddles. 
 

Look of Concern

I told Norma if she’s concerned about being shipped somewhere, maybe it would alleviate some of her anxiety by getting out of the box.