Zen Cat Art

Napping...

A rainy Sunday...

What else would you do but nap?

This is a picture of our kitty Shayna sleeping off her lunch of babyfood lamb--a special treat for an old lady. 

Father's Day

I sure do miss you!  I hope if you are watching me, you're happy with how I am turning out. I hope I'm brave enough, adventurous enough, and joyful enough to be a chip off the old block.  You taught me lots of things, but probably one of the best things was how to be friendly with life.  You knew how to enjoy it to the fullest and took everyone you knew along for the ride.  Rarely complaining, always ready to lend a hand, problems were challenges and tough times only built character.   It showed.

You could captivate an audience telling one of your stories - young and old would hang on every word.  "Tell the one about when you..." we would cry.  If there were someone new in the room we would ask you to repeat the favorites "...about the time you..."  A raconteur of the highest quality. 

And you would listen with the intensity that most people reserve for speaking.  Always there, sorting out the latest tangle I had gotten myself into, patient until I could see the solution for my self. 

And whether I was heading off to grade school, or heading home from visiting you in Florida, your last words were never be careful or take care, but have fun. You enjoyed every minute and were grateful for each new day.  As I have been grateful to have you as a dad. 

Happy Father's Day!  And although I'm sure you are... have fun! 

Turkey Trot...

 These three lovely ladies were in our yard early one morning.  We like seeing them in the yard - they eat ticks.  Ticks left by the deer that come into our yard that we also like seeing.  It works out pretty good for everyone. 

One morning there was lots of loud gobbling sounds.  Scanning the landscape we saw this proud fellow strutting around making quite a show.

It wasn't long before the competition showed up...

Super models don't do this much strutting coming down the runway showing off the spring collection. 

But the boys were into it. 

As a matter of fact, they forgot to pay attention to the girls who got bored and wandered off. 

I am sure there is a deep moral to this story.  You can probably come up with a few on your own.

As for me, I just like the idea of these guys strutting around in my backyard.  There is something to being reminded that the wildlife was here before us and they will still be strutting around when we have moved on.  I'm grateful these guys are willing to share.

For more information about wild turkeys in CT click here. And here.