I had fed all the cats on this particular morning and so I thought Rusty had gone back to bed in her box in the garage, and everyone else was outside. When I went back outside some kitty was in the box. I assumed it was Rusty, but when I went out in the driveway to get Chloe, Rusty was on the wheel of the truck.

Out of the rain

So it was Dusty.

I guess he had been out all night and was ready to get some Z’s. He’s a precious little boy.

Sylvester didn’t follow us on our walk Thursday evening, but he met us when we came back. He likes to dive into culverts every so often

Can you see him? Here he is zoomed in.

This is our neighbors’ driveway. We think Dusty might sleep in a culvert sometimes, either this one our ours. We also think Sylvester likes to chase him into the culvert sometimes. But not this time. This time he was just galavanting.

Sylvester likes to come with us if we walk the dogs down to Fouche Gap after dinner. He runs around ahead of us and then falls behind. He meows if we get too far away. People passing in cars always look and smile when they see a cat walking with us and the dogs.

I got tired of Lucy constantly pulling on her leash, so Mark tied it to Zeke’s collar. Zeke barely even knows she’s there.

Sylvester likes to come in and sleep for a while in a bed next to the cat tower, where I usually sprinkle catnip.

Is he stoned, or just tired?

Smokey likes to play with a little mouse toy we got for Zoe. He goes crazy chasing it around the room. He’s keeping his eye on it here.