Growing

Well, they are certainly getting big. Lily and Daisy are now 8 months old, and are in their "gangly" phase, where they are all legs and tummies. Lily is the sprawled out beauty on the left... usually she is the delicate one of the two, but today everything was hanging out. Daisy, who is the usual ruffian, was daintily sleeping in the princess kitty bed. They have stopped pouncing on me at 3am, and they have stopped walking up and down the piano keys at 2am. They have not yet stopped trying to sleep on my face each night, and they are still getting tossed to the side when they do. But they are definately not the petite little girls they were just a short while ago, but turning into lovely kitties...

Settling In

Well, life is pretty much settled in with the new kittens, Lily (red collar) and Daisy (purple collar). They are now the definate soverign of the upstairs realm, and have had good opportunity to put the dogs in their places when they come upstairs. Yes - the 70 pound dogs are scared of the 5 pound cats. What a world.

Kitties!

Yes. We are all crazy, me especially. However ,the last month to six weeks since Mari passed away has been very hard for us. And so last week, after Gwenn came home from the hospital, Ella and I made the trip to the Humane Society and we now have Daisy (in the kleenex box - had to rip the top off to get her out on her first day) and Lily (on the right in Mimi's old bed). They are sweet sisters, who can be told apart through size (Daisy is bigger) and demeanor (Lily is a snugglebunny).

It's been great to have kitties back in the house, even ones who drag out every piece of cat food at four in the morning to bat it at you from underneath the door. So far they have experienced my room (not too exciting) - but will venture out to all bedrooms this weekend, while still having nights in the bathroom until next week.

Here's a great shot of my two old girls hanging out on the couch. (Mari is the big lump on the left, and Mimi on the right trying not to get caught being snuggly)