cats of love

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Rustling warthogs?...wrastling warthogs?...

Around 7 am, I awoke to the sounds of what sounded like warthogs eating sloppy joes in the bushes. It was piiiitch dark - I grabbed my camera and pointed and clicked in the general direction. And lookie what was going on. Ear nibbling, licking, and whoo, whatnot! I do wonder at the timing since Prop 8 was overturned earlier in the day. I'm just sayin'. There's true love here.

What happens in the night...

I woke up at 4 am to grab socks - it was coooooold! And when I turned on the light, look what I saw!!!!!!! They never sleep together! Look at this!

Buster upon his return!

Buster was lost for 13 days, from January 12 to January 25, 2012! We are so lucky to have gotten him back, with the help of wonderful people in the community! This is a picture of Buster, looking raggedy, sleeping for a solid 24-48 hours after he got home! He was pretty much out cold. Poor little monkey.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Garden excitement

Look at these beautiful puppy cats, under their respective blankies, enjoying a nice nap in the garden, each on his own cushioned chair. Who says they're spoiled? Who?! Look at handsome little Buster cat with his pointy ears and pretty face. Lovely boy.

Last weekend, as I strolled in the garden, a hawk suddenly appeared, directly over my head. As I looked up, I took in the full beauty of its speckled underbelly and wings. It made a sharp right and landed on the rose mound on top of the garage. Not having caught anything, it then flew to the telephone wire, and from there it flew to the giant tree, where it sat and preened for a good 15 minutes! All the while it was dive bombed by two crows, who dispatched from the nearby telephone wire! What a ruccus!

After the hawk excitement, I had the additional wonderful luck of spotting the very first visiting Monarch butterfly to the yard that I've ever seen! In complete awe, I watched as it fluttered through the yard, at one point directly over my head, where I heard the rustle of its huge wings, like paper being flapped in the air, and it bounced and bobbed and settled and rose and meandered, twice almost being eaten by Buster who was quickly rustled into the house, and miraculously through all this flouncing and hovering, it managed to identify and land on each of the four blooming Milkweed plants (aka Asclepias) and lay eggs! I haven't spotted any caterpillars.....yet!