Treats

Stanley and Oscar take their birdwatching duties very seriously. They appear at the window each morning as we put on our shoes and guard us.

Our post-dinner snugs grow more interesting as the weather gets colder. Nutterbutter spends more time on my lap, which Oscar usually hogs.

Every once in a while, we order something that comes in a pretty large box. For reasons only obvious to us, we call these boxes Cat Cannons.

The Cat spent yesterday doing chores, cleaning up the filthy house, which had devolved into a place Shrek would have been happy to call home while she was away.