The kittens, Max and Noola, mostly get referred to as “the woozles“. Woozles are notoriously hard to photograph. I suspect it’s because they’re so bizzy.

You have to catch them sleeping.

And tiptoe up real quiet.

She is back. Every day. Usually in the morning when I’m making coffee, but sometimes mid-afternoon. For a second snack.

And she’s bringing her daughter. Who loves to play hide and seek in the forsythia bush and I suspect is the person responsible for sampling my “deer-resistant” perennials and the 2 magnolias I planted. Bless her rotten little polka-dotted soul.

My dreams of the perfect fence continue.

This is what Annabelle has to say about living with kittens.

I wouldn’t mind plopping down and sticking out my tongue myself.

I’m back from the Buyers Market in Philadelphia; I had a good show and I have lots of leads and ideas I need to follow up on, but I am pooped and I need to sit still for a while. Maybe stick out my tongue. Possibly blow raspberries. And then go make some jewelry…