Say hello to my little rotating friend
This dropped a heap of gigantic hail on my house a while ago (thanks so much for that, by the way).
This dropped a heap of gigantic hail on my house a while ago (thanks so much for that, by the way).
Alas, poor Xena. She’s getting up there in years; make that dog years and she’s really getting up there. She’s served us well as a guard dog and faithful friend. And she’s not going anywhere, except her doghouse here of late. Therein lies the problem: she’s pretty much retired herself from being a terribly effective guard dog. A few token alarm barks and back into her doghouse with what I can only imagine amounts to the dog version of “ah, screw it.” So we need a guard dog to take over from her and learn from her. Enter… Gabby.
You may remember this photo from this post in 2007 – the “O” series:

From left to right, oldest to youngest: Othello, Oberon, Olivia.
The other day, I got this photo of the “P” series in the same window:

“O” cats = Othello and his trainees.
“P” cats = post-Othello: Puck and his trainee(s).
(this blog post typed with Portia sitting on the mousepad)… Read more
What’s Xena looking at?

…basically, you can’t sit here until you promise the storm won’t be bad.… Read more
Someone booked a mostly-stripey-cat convention at my place and didn’t bother to tell me.

…the birdwatching’s right, oh what a night. … Read more
Portia recently had a surgical procedure to remove her kitten-making equipment. I back up my cats nightly, so I don’t need her making additional backups. She’s recovering nicely though. Here she is recuperating while Little E watches cartoons.

And here’s how she craftily avoids the cat equivalent of hospital food. … Read more
Everyone, say hi to the new meat. I don’t know what her name is yet. Perdita? Peaseblossom? Portia?