Zoe thinks he can’t be seen.

Zoe and the fern

I took the fern down to water it and he thought it would make a nice, cool place to spend some time on a hot afternoon.

Mark needs to restain the deck here. Zeke and one of the dogs we have found new homes for did some racing around on the walkway a couple of years ago and they managed to scratch a lot of the stain off.

Chloe has started coming back in every so often. She slept on our bed a couple of times last weekend. She finds a nice, comfortable spot on the bedspread at the foot of the bed on my side. Mark is so long that his feet interfere, so she likes my side. Plus, she seems to like my underthings more than his.

That seems to fit pretty well

Sleepy, but not quite sleepy enough to actually lie down.

Comfy?

Lying down would be too much trouble. And that pillow is softer than the sofa.

This was taken not long after we got Smokey’s summer cut. You can see the pink wound on his side. We think it might have been a razor burn. But maybe not.

Grasshoppers are common around here. So are cats. It was inevitable that the two would meet.

Chloe and the grasshopper

She was interested, but not interested enough to do anything.

I wish cats ate grasshoppers.

We have known for a long time that our dogs like sweet treats, but I have always thought that cats didn’t have a sweet tooth. Back in June I offered a giant marshmallow (Each one is a meal!) to Smokey, and he sampled it. But I thought that Smokey was just being polite. And then a few days ago I offered him another one.

Smokey digs in

He really got into it. He was licking and trying to tear a piece off. He didn’t get much out of it, but with the cat saliva all over it, I didn’t want it. The dogs liked it just fine.