It’s the same old story. The cats never get tired of it, but we sure do.

Here are the two cat bullies, Sylvester and Smokey, hanging out in front of the garage, probably planning their attack.

And here are their targets, Dusty and Chloe.

Chloe is almost hidden behind some of the liriope.

I’m a little embarrassed by the first shot. It shows a lot of trashy junk, including a load of scrap metal I plan to take to the scrap yard, a cooler and a bucket with some vinca that I plan to take up to the new house. The two propane tanks are headed for the scrap yard, too. I filled them with water and cut them open to make them safe. There’s also a trap we use to relocate possums and the occasional raccoon.

We really aren’t that trashy, although we sometimes look like it.

Today, May 20, is our 11th anniversary, both of being married and of living in our current house. It’s hard for me to remember not being married.