Today was such a beautiful day that we decided to stay home and do garden-related tasks. Robb rigged up a temporary "run" for Linguine. How many cats can you put on a leash? Linguine is one in a million.
Before we moved, we got her immunized for "outside cat" illnesses. Linguine's too much of an escape artist to let off the leash. Given half a chance, she dives under our house, and dragging her out is no fun.
While everyone else was gorging on football and chicken wings, we were digging in the dirt and hosting a little kitty party. "Sleeves" (washing his belly, on the left, by the ladder) had been missing for most of last week, and re-appeared with huge bite wounds on his flank and back. He's showing no ill-effects, in addition to a total lack of dignity. I'm keeping an eye on his wounds, as much as he'll allow. If things look bad, I'll get some antibiotics to add to his food. He doesn't let me get near enough to touch him.
Because it was so sunny and warm, I brought my baby seeds outside. This may prove to have been a terrible idea.
I know it's downright un-American to have not watched football today. What can we say? We're freaks, but we're happy with our lives.