November 10

As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat. – Ellen Perry Berkeley

Someone once said that you enter a certain amount of madness when you marry someone with pets.  This house was a bit mad with Cyrus in it too.  Since he became an outside cat a few years ago Cyrus went from being the most stuck up-don't-you-dare-touch-me-urinating hair ball, to the most affectionate cat I've ever met.  He's loud, (with an internal alarm clock like no other) cuddly and very cute.  On my way up the driveway after a walk today I noticed him sleeping on top of the car, the metal warm from the sun.  I snuck inside to get my camera and tried to snap a few pictures. He was curious of course, and since I was standing within petting distance that is all he wanted from me.  

I strolled over to peek on my garden and he followed, walking through the mud and pressing up against the stringy dead beans.  I took a few pictures of him and moved on while he hurried at my heals.  Speaking of the garden; although the slugs are feasting merrily, both the brussel sprouts and the cabbage seem to be surviving, growing a little even.  It's about time to harvest the beets and I sure hope the carrots haven't all split in two.  I'm a horrible gardener, constantly neglecting my crops.


P.s. We didn't make him fat! He scarfs the food we give him every morning in minutes flat and then saunters off to find his own food.