I meant to post at least once a week but pain has a way of derailing plans. Better late than never, right? For better or worse, I mostly took pictures of some of our cats.

Three boys plus perler beads equals total happiness (or fighting over colors. It's a toss up).

My new chair, complete with Beast.

Eddy. His thirteenth birthday was on the 17th - ten days before mine. He's the only cat we have with a known birthday.

Erasmus James Flattery. Better known as Ras. This picture sums up how weird she is. Perching on small electronics? Totally normal.. right?

Pilot looking like a bobble head. The box my chair came in is wildly popular among all the critters.

Ramses. My old man. He's cross eyed, nearly toothless, and the sweetest cat I've ever known.

Faustus (though we just call him Faust) with a side of Pilot, Surreal, and Calcifer.

Ishtar. Neurotic and beautiful. Because cats are all weird in their own ways.
That's it. Beyond moaning in pain I've been reading books, carding fiber, and milking this "it's almost my birthday" thing for all it's worth (this mostly amounts to having extra coffee). Happy Friday!
















































