I folded towels fresh from the dryer. After putting away towels for the master bathroom, I returned to find Scout Elizabeth had made herself comfortable. I call this one, “Peel Me a Grape.”
I took this one during a period of severe work avoidance mode. I call this photo of my kitty, Scout, “Daydreaming Cat.”
I’m trying to finish a project (alright, a nap), when Patches inserted herself into the scenario, insisting that I rise from my comfortable spot and get her a treat. I call this one, “Can You Hear Me Meow?”
“Family Cat likes Family Guy” is the title of this piece.
I call this one, “Tree With Cat.”
I call this one, “Nearly Nekkid Tree.” Notice Scout as she adores her old friend.
I call this one, “Epic Cat!”
Our cat, Scout, is solid black. I call this one, “Inkblot on a Rug.”
I call this one, “I’m Just Trying to Help.”
Patches had been in this position, motionless for the past five minutes.
I don’t believe her eyes have blinked the entire time.
If I weren’t a chicken I’d look up to see what has her so fascinated. Please, oh please don’t let it be a gigantic woman-eating spider!