The last time we visited our friends in Denver two years ago, their cat Benny was very shy. He’s still shy, but not nearly as shy as he used to be. They said he changed to a much friendlier cat when the vet removed some bad teeth. He must have been hurting.
This is the only picture we were able to get. Benny climbed up on the sofa back behind us, but by the time Mark got his phone set to take a selfie, Benny was running away.
Benny came around to eat, but we never were able to get any good pictures. So our friends’ daughter Emily provided us with these.
And finally, Benny is ready for his closeup.
Maybe the next time we visit, Benny will actually let us pet him.
This is one of the three cat houses we put out in the garage for the cats this winter. Smokey adopted it as his.
Doesn’t he look comfortable.
I had fed all the cats on this particular morning and so I thought Rusty had gone back to bed in her box in the garage, and everyone else was outside. When I went back outside some kitty was in the box. I assumed it was Rusty, but when I went out in the driveway to get Chloe, Rusty was on the wheel of the truck.
Out of the rain
So it was Dusty.
I guess he had been out all night and was ready to get some Z’s. He’s a precious little boy.
Sylvester didn’t follow us on our walk Thursday evening, but he met us when we came back. He likes to dive into culverts every so often
Can you see him? Here he is zoomed in.
This is our neighbors’ driveway. We think Dusty might sleep in a culvert sometimes, either this one our ours. We also think Sylvester likes to chase him into the culvert sometimes. But not this time. This time he was just galavanting.
Sylvester likes to come with us if we walk the dogs down to Fouche Gap after dinner. He runs around ahead of us and then falls behind. He meows if we get too far away. People passing in cars always look and smile when they see a cat walking with us and the dogs.
I got tired of Lucy constantly pulling on her leash, so Mark tied it to Zeke’s collar. Zeke barely even knows she’s there.