Woo-hoo! An open closet to investigate.

This scratch box makes a good bed, especially when it smells like catnip

Even if its a bit small.

Myst looks like me today

Happy Thanksgiving! We got extra food and a new catnip-flavored scratch box

Peeking Between the Cracks

Crisp Cold Outside, Sunny Warm Inside

Basking in a little sunlight, thickly furred for winter

Hello! This is the warmest room in the house and its right in Terry's office.

Myst sits on a carpeted board on top of Terry's printer overseeing the work here.

What's that rustling sound outside?

What's Going On Out There?

I hear chirps and leaves and noises out there. I need a closer look.

I love wheelbarrow beds

In the winter, Richard brings the wheelbarrow in from the garden. It's cleaned and lined with blankets and cat beds. I love to sleep in it under the bright windows in the garage. Of course I have complete access to the house whenever I want but in Alabama, the winters are not so bad and the sun is angled just right to shine on me (when its not cloudy like today). I love to sleep here all day in the bright sun.

In Memory of Buzzy

When I first moved here, Buzzy and Dandelion were living here. Dandelion liked me but Buzzy did not really like me. He didn't hate me either, so life was good. I always tried to be friends with him, though. I like every cat.

Both of them lived well into their teens. I will never forget them.

It's a nice day. Myst is waiting for some leaves or birds to breeze by.

A nice small spot keeps out drafts and unexpected pouncing from behind

Sleeping and Sitting Around on the Sofa

Sitting Pretty after a Quiet Halloween