Ever since our dear, Ginger (God rest her sneaky little terrier soul) left for dog heaven, we have been overrun with cats. These two belong to Jet - sort of. Jet and her sister Bess showed up this past winter. Jet had four kittens, some of whom Bess kept stealing. I tried to even things out but we can see now that I retrieved the wrong black kitty as Bess had a whole assortment of stolen kittens. I'm going to take Jet and Bess to meet Dr. McDowell in Town as soon as Jet finishes nursing and teaching Tigger to hunt. Buff has claimed Tigger. He's a pretty tabby. The kittens Bess raised will be on their own, as she's kept them hidden away from people. The same goes for the set of booted kitties we found living under the deck this summer. The two pictured here, left yesterday riding in a wicker basket to their new life with Violinist and Roll Kuchen. But not before thoroughly destroying most of my plants. The Cat is very annoyed with it all. So am I. We have begun talking about dogs again.
I am Decadent Housewife.
I live in the country.
I hum opera in the kitchen.
Welcome to my life.
It involves men. Speedy, Violinist, Fun, Buff and Geek Guy aka GG - four twenty-somethings and one husband - ah yes, and, The Baby Violinists.