Zoe found a hiding place between the two gardenias next to our driveway.

If you didn’t know he was there you could walk right by without seeing him.

Cats aren’t afraid of heights, but I’m afraid enough for both of us.

Chloe climbs up on this high frame on the deck to get away from Smokey or Sylvester. Sometimes she actually runs along on top of it. I can hardly watch her. It’s more than 20 feet to the ground.

The flowers say “Welcome” but Smokey’s expression not so much.

He’s actually friendly. I think we just caught him snoozing.

Smokey found a high place to keep an eye on Dusty and Rusty.

Pole cat

He looks kind of neat sitting up there. I wish we could find a matching cat for the post on the other side of the walk.

Sylvester got his summer cut this week. Here he is before.

He looks like his regular, dignified, black, hairy self.

Here he is after his cut.

Doesn’t he look ridiculous, especially his tail. Mark thinks he looks like he’s wearing a gray sweatsuit and fuzzy black boots.