First, an update on the bebbehs.
Caramel frequently leaves her little grublings, and whenever I’m able to check, they are like this. All curled up around each other, snoozing!
If you click through to the next image and video, you’ll see their sibling is a lot more active!
That panting sort of noise you’re hearing from Brussel is her expecting me to give her another squeeze treat! I had already given her her evening feeding, and I only give the squeeze treat in the morning, last thing before I go inside (all the other cats are gone by then).
It took some doing, but I was able to get a good photo of Frank.
I actually don’t know if Frank is male or female; he won’t let me touch him, but he just moves out of reach, rather than run away, like the more feral ones.
When I told my daughter I was calling him Frank because of his blue eyes, she didn’t get it. I told her, you know… Ol’ Blue Eyes.
She had no idea what I was talking about.
I told her, Frank Sinatra… Ol’ Blue Eyes… You know?
Well, she knew who Frank Sinatra was, but it turns out the only images she’d ever seen of him were sepia tone photos. She had no idea he had striking blue eyes.
I have failed her in her education. 🤣😂
The Re-Farmer
The Re-Farmer 