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"Anyway....it's too dreary outside."
"I think I'll try this again."
"Ahhh, mush nicer, now there is space for my tail."
"Don't I look cozy?"
"Or at least I was....until that lady flashed when she was taking photos of me."
"Oh, back to the beginning with no space for my tail and pitch in my fur!" C&G Design
"See my inquisitive look? Good, huh?"
"But,...there needs to be a law against this. MeOw, your laughter hurts, it's stinging my eyes."
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed."
I'm sleepy.....
Does green look good on me?
How about cardboard?
Or my er..ahem, this doll bed?
Ah, who needs it.
Pssst, I hear something! Quick! Hide! We have company.
The other thing I might of mentioned about Wooly Mammoth is,....he was taken away from his mom at 7 days old, although the lady who gave him to us used that as an excuse about his mattes, (not so just needs to be cut on a regular basis), I do think some of his unusual snuggling is partly due to feeling kittenish. The above photo happens every night, it is the most inconvenient area of the hall way to put a scratching post but it was the only spot available when the Christmas tree was up. Wooly is the only cat out of three to use this post in more ways than one, geez, I'd think that position would be uncomfortable. EVERY NIGHT I tell ya.
And if he's not there he can be found here. C&G Design
Back to shoveling 3 porches and one large deck.
The poor garden AND the tiller, hubs bad habit.
It's really pretty on the threes though. I enjoy it like this....with the bright sun shinning so fiercely it hurts your eyes.
There is a couple of birch trees in there somewhere.
This is winter in Maine.....
He will venture out in the white stuff but not for long, on this day we can find Woolly in the dark banished behind bars. Aw, he's so pretty and personable.
She doesn't care about the weather until spring. It's funny that when the white stuff flies she becomes a bound house cat.
Now where is the Siamese? She is nine years old and to my knowledge she hasn't walked in the cold snow....where could she be...not in her bed Madame has for her, oay vey. And the cat actually sleeps in it! Forget about the American girl dolls.
Do you know where she is?
Ah! Finally, and I see she has heard the news, careful your tears will freeze that way. C&G Design
Woolly mammoth, he is the only one who does not let himself out and in by jumping off and on the deck, I guess 8 feet might be a bit to high for his bulk. If he did jump he'd get rid of all the debris he brings with him! Woolly is a flopper, and a roller!
Doesn't he look evil? Just in time for Halloween, but let me tell ya, he is Maine coon and he is soooo sweet. My future breed and nothing else.
Veshneau, she is the hybrid Siamese that was given to us. Do you see what she likes as a current fetish? She chewed on the tips of this pile of wire and LOVED the bare copper I'd worked on!
I never met a more quirky cat than her. She glows living with us and is ecstatically happy.
Finally the recluse, Sophia, who was feeling a little frisky at this moment or maybe embarrassed that she turned and heard something in the direction of the woods, and she almost fell off the fence. Never! Had she jumped off the deck before but not to be out done by the Siamese! They both think it's awesome I kept the door open during the warm months.
A rare photo opportunity for Sophia and she seems agitated by it, no maybe it's because she was caught doing a goofball. I can tell her mood by her ears. 
Ah, the dog days of summa!Have a good weekend all! C&G Design.
I don't care how clean one's home is, I've yet to see one mouse free. Through the heating business, I've had the opportunity to be in many basements, basements of the most pristine houses. There is either a noise maker plugged in (annoying the mouses hearing), evidence of traps, or worse chewed material! Well, one part of our house is over a garage and sometimes....both overhead doors are open, even all day long. It's a habit we must stop! 
Would it be the scrappy stray, Sophia? Who lived on rodents and string beans before coming to us?
The furious coon cat? Who could add a mouse to his collection of sticks that accompany him inside the house "getting caught" in his fur?
Or the sassy Siamese? Who is seven, likes my clean clothes (and dirty), and is crossed eyed?
I know! It's the big guy! No, no, no.
Two of these two feline pets are whispering, "Psst, you don't have to do that anymore, we get food from a box, remember?" The conversation would then continue like this...."Hey, man. Your making us look bad, try to be lazy, will ya?"
She must see at least three mice where there is only one. Truly amazing..... C&G Design
It will be a short trip to get along with the other cats because as the weather warms, Veshneau can expect to go outside. Here she is burring her nose in Wooly's tail, ONLY, ONLY, because she knew he couldn't do anything about it. Notice Jack of all Trades arm is in the way. Build a bridge and get over it!
I am aware Veshneau has moved 8 times and spent some of that time with kids under eight, six, four, and younger but by gosh! She has a few issues. Madame spent one night bawling and insisting Veshneau go back because her cat (Sophia) had been abandoned by her, O....Kay....Sophia could care less! Really.
Beyond Veshneau rearranging Madames room and camping out at areas Madame is at, ie= Napping on the extra kitchen chair while Madame has supper, Veashneau will find a bed in the clean clothes, and IF, the clothes aren't available......any piece of attire will do like JOAT"s coat. Apparently it is the best bed.
AND!...she has a bad reaction to flea collars, drops and powders. Why, why, why? C&G Design
