They all came for portraits

My outside kitty kats really aren't my kitty kats! But, I don't have the heart to tell them. I'm sure they have loving parents somewhere. They appear to be happy and healthy. So, why do I feel compelled to give them names and keep a snack and fresh drink ready when they are and hang their pictures in my blog? The only answer I can come up with.....because it makes me happy. (Oh yes, it's all about ME) Where have I heard this before????

And, as I have mentioned before, I don't know their birth names and not really wanting to confuse them, or create dual personalities, I just call them yellow cat and cat-that-licks-my-toes and cat-that-runs-away-from-me. I can't prove it, but they probably aren't Native American, but they respond to these Native American names.

They must have gotten together Saturday night 'cause they all came up yesterday for the picture taking session. All at different times....they wanted to make sure each one had plenty of time to wash their faces and comb their hair and pose prettily (or handsomely)...We still aren't sure of gender!

Yellow cat arrived first...He, (I say this with authority) actually waits very patiently for me every morning for his first snack of the day.
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Snack bowl and empty (?) bird house

Then later in the morning...it was Sunday - a sleep in day. Cat-that-runs-away-from-me wandered up.

YES, I have made great progress, I now get to rub his/her chin. No, we still haven't had the sex discussion!



And finally, just about tea time, up wanders cat-that-licks-my-toes.


Just made my day...what a giggle!

It's still early morning but my memories are already beginning....

Marty