Stretch could be a comic. He’s always talking to me and doing funny things. He also likes to argue with me; for example, whenever I take a bath, he goes on and on explaining how silly it is for me to get in all the water, when all I need to do to bathe is lick myself like a cat. I try to explain to him that if humans were meant to bathe by licking ourselves, we would have been given long, scratchy, opposable tongues instead of opposable thumbs that allow us to use washcloths.

“Your thumbs and washcloths are all well and good.” Stretch counters, “But I can go out, roll in the dirt, lick myself clean, and I smell better than you when you are done with your bath!” Hmmm! I can’t argue against that. Cats can get themselves incredibly clean and don’t have body odor, even after rolling in nasty old dirt. When people go out and roll in the dirt and don’t bathe, they get pretty disgusting. Kitties are definitely “green” on water usage to cleanliness ratio.

Other than Stretch sticking out his tongue at me when I was photographing him through the window, I got a couple of America roses, Berries ‘n Cream, peonies and a new iris that bloomed this afternoon.