More pages from my ongoing journal chronicles.
I continue my love affair with the security envelope. The second the mailman drops the goods in my box I am on the porch. The letters and envelopes with checks inside and mailart are getting tossed aside and I greedily rip open the bills and junk mail searching for that moment of narcotic bliss. That moment when I find a New and Different pattern. Oy. With this level of intoxication who needs martinis?
My sister sent me these photos of her giant house cats. She insisted that I post them forthwith!
Will you get a load of the crispness of these shots. I’m almost convinced that a Nikon is in my future.
Only problem is no matter how great of a camera I get, the cat posse will NEVER have clean and tidy faces like this. No siree. My cats are barroom brawlin’, squirrel catchin’, bird chasin’ bandits. Not a gentleman or lady cat in the bunch.
Meanwhile my other sister caught these sweet little foxes romping in her backyard.
Looked like a mother and her pup to me.
Our sky finally ran out of rain about 12 hours ago, but thankfully the night sky is rolling in with a fresh supply.
Stop fooling around.