frosty mornings and adventure kitties

I took a walk around the yard this morning. Mother Nature had once again sugared the landscape and I marvel in the details of her chilly confections. Even something as simple as an oil lamp, forgotten near the patio, becomes somehow special.

The adventure kitties even joined me for a stroll. Pug, the one with the unfortunate tail and the tan eyes, still insists on climbing my leg when he wants my attention. His brother, Leopard, (the kids named them) with the extra toes and greenish eyes is far more reserved and only doles out affection occasionally. He will walk near me, purring and kneading the ground, but doesn't exactly want me to hold him. Silly things, cats. 

Happy Thursday, all. 

a cat without a name

 

Our new kitten still doesn't have a name.

He nearly earned one last week when he scratched me in the eye, but it's hardly appropriate to share here.  So far we've just been calling him cat or kitty.  He answers to, well, nothing because he's a cat.  He could give a flip if we're calling him or not.

 

He's turned out to be pretty amusing, though I keep him at a bit of a distance since the eye-scratching thing.   The kids haul him around while he protests loudly, the dog has regular posturing sessions with him (the cat wins), and he has taken a real liking to leaping out from around the corner to surprise me.  And it does, because he leaps spread-eagle like he's doing a jumping jack, right in front of me.  Weirdo.

Hopefully he'll earn a name soon.  You know, one that I can share.  But if you have suggestions, I'm all ears.