Meet FiFi. . .the Turtle. . .

Thank you, Hanna. After the rains moved northward, we found this little turtle in our front yard. The kiddos had a great time humanizing it. . .






The kiddos building FiFi a home. Thankfully, SuperDad came home soonafter and FiFi was able to roam and flee to his/her turtle family.

Beauty and Death all in One Day. . .

On our way back home from checking out a new area farmer's market, I came across these beautiful poppies in a bed on the side of the road. They're so bright, they don't come out clearly in the photo. The poppies were such a nice contrast to see instead of the usual iris, azaleas and rhododendrons.

On the flip side, we had a near death experience in the animal kingdom around here. Granted, it wasn't a pet, but it was close. The 2 kitties are regularly bringing home moles, voles, shrews, an occasional bird and rarely a rabbit. Oh, a few days ago, we had a full grown squirrel, but we're guessing our Jack Russell, Penny, may have gotten that one. We're not sure though, since the squirrel was left in the cat's "here's your gift" spot. We'll never know.

Anywho, this evening, we look out front to see Hobbes, the yellow kitty beast, carrying a baby rabbit across the front yard toward the side gift spot. Problem? Yah. Momma rabbit was on the other side of the road watching this beast carry off her baby. Talk about sad. SuperDad, the SuperHunter, was even upset with the cat. Well, we tried to get the rabbit, with no luck. Momma was still sitting very still waiting to see what happened to her baby. We came back inside, assuming the cat would win, and also to get SuperBoy out of the bathtub. He was very upset that he had even missed such an opportunity to see such commotion. He's going through a "death" stage now (about why everything dies) and would have liked seeing how things played out. Anywho again. . . SuperGirl and I went back outside for some reason, and saw Hobbes trying to catch the baby rabbit again in my mums. We were able to beat the cat away, SuperDad retrieved his gloves and tried to catch the baby. I stuck Penny in the basement and shooed (sp?) Hobbes away in the meantime. Is this taking forever, or what? O.k., back on track. SuperDad was not able to catch the baby, but we hopped him/her around the back of the house, trying to get it back to it's momma. Almost home free, we encounter our other cat, Lovey, on the edge of the woods. She tries to catch the baby, we get her off of it, and catch it! SuperDad really caught it.



We said our goodbyes, sweet thoughts for a long life and SuperDad put it over near its momma. Lovey, heard them in the woods, ran across the road to stalk them, but I was able to catch her with a little sweet talking of my own. The baby was reunited with momma bunny and they hopped off into the sunset. I've posted a song to the right that I've dedicated to them. :)

Incidently, the momma was named Noodles by SuperBoy and the baby named Lucky by SuperDad.

I know I'll sleep better tonight knowing they're both safe from our beasts. The cats are staying in all night. It's only 8:11 p.m. and both cats are already in a snit.

Have a great evening!

Poor Hobsi. . .

You see how *abused* Sir Hobbes-a Lot is. . . and how it disturbs him so. . .

Oy

Laundry Lizard. . .

I'm clearly not folding fast enough. . .

Mr. Furry Pants blazenly crawled into his spot while I was folding laundry. There's not a shameful bone in his body. Although I believe this guy is part dog, if not mostly, he exhibited true cat actions by believing this is his laundry. Naturally, the world revolves around him.

Lola's bath. . .

This is old news here, but I love her story and the pictures. Who would've thought a little Westie could have such a charmed life? We chose to give her a bath in soak wash. http://soakwash.com/ I was asked to try it by Mark Lipinski from Quilter's Home magazine http://www.quiltershomemag.com/ . I figure if it's good enough for quilts, it's good enough for our little Lola. Turns out, I loved the stuff and need to get more! Mark's magazine is a riot too!

Anywho. . .

Lola's not feeling so pretty and fresh, and she's being quite bashful due to her less-than-dainty appearance.

Let's just say she was really feeling the moment. Her first spa treatment.

Gasp! She has eyes!

Getting towel-dried off. Already looking like her old self.

Look out lads, here I come! Va-va-voom!

Try out the soak and Mark's mag! You'll love them both!

Stay warm and dry today!

Jenny

A few pictures from our past few days. . .

Lovey

Poor, poor Lovey. . .

B was enjoying dressing up her kitty, Lovey, who really prefers not to be dressed up. If you're wondering where the clothes are from, B has a stuff dog Lola who she buys regular dog clothes for. Odd yes, but it keeps the dog clothes clean. :) I wouldn't dare put them on our Jack Russell since I know they would be ruined in under five minutes. No offense, Penny.

Here's Hobbes, dressed on the same day Lovey was. . . totally oblivious.

Lola will get her shot at stardom in the next post. :)

How was your weekend?

Jenny

Trouble. . . with a capital H. . .

If you think he's an innocent sort, he's already got you fooled.

My husband and I were talking earlier today about how ornery Mr. Hobbes here has turned out to be. He's 9 months old and already outweighs our 4 year old female by 2 pounds. He's 10, she's 8. lbs. He's Mr. Mischievous and loves to wreak havoc. Thank Heavens the name fits this one. We looked back at these pictures to remind us what a sweet little boy we thought he was. Granted, he has sweet moments, but they are far outweighed by his dim ones.

And naturally, we wouldn't trade him for anything.

Jenny

The Real Captain Underpants. . .

Mr. E just saw his other picture wearing his big boy unders and wanted to show the ones he's wearing today. It's o-so-exciting around here. :) If you'll notice the bent leg stance, he's honestly not pooping, he's in mid dance. Honest. And after looking at his eyes, he's seriously not on crack. He just acts, er, looks like he is. Mornings are rough around here, lol.
E also wanted to show some pictures of his kitten, Hobbes. I took these after waking him from his evening slumber on the edge of our bed. He sleeps in the darndest places. Maybe I'll catch some of those in the future.

"Please, just let me go back to sleep. . ."


Take care,
Jenny