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.

This is Dusty at the front door.

This is Rusty at the front door.

We think they were probably being harassed by Smokey or Sylvester in the garage, so they came up on the front walk. They act like they want to come in, but when we open the door they won’t. I have tried to get them to come in before, but the only one who ever actually came in was Dusty. He came in, went downstairs into the basement, and then came back up and went back outside. It’s kind of sad!