Zoe has always liked to play patty cake. Sometimes he does it from behind a door. This time he was in one of the kitchen chairs.
He looks like he’s giving me five down low.
We’re a little late again. Mark says it’s because once you retire, every day is Saturday, so we keep forgetting when the rest of the world is on Friday.
Anyway, this is what Zoe looks like a lot of the time since he’s been staying outside.
This is not the worst he has been. He likes to stay under the two big loropetalums at the side of the house. The cold snap we had killed almost every leaf on the bushes, so the ground under them is littered with dead leaves. Zoe’s fur picks them up pretty well. He usually has one or two near his rear end. We say it’s the latest new fashion trend among cats, the butt leaf.
Last Sunday evening we noticed that Chloe’s right cheek was swollen.
It’s not easy to see, but if you compare her right cheek with her left cheek you can see the difference.
We aren’t sure what happened to her. Maybe it was a wasp sting. It didn’t seem to bother her, and the swelling had gone down by the next day.